On the Occasion of the Stolen Dessert

'Tis a decadent thing,
Saved for a special occasion.
Layers of cake, a savory sauce,
And a handful of the best raisins!

Bread pudding, my love,
Set upon its dish,
Glowing in the fridge door light,
My desire, my wish.

The day of consumption arrives,
And to the fridge I head.
Only, aghast, I discover
My pudding has fled.

The dessert has gone,
Disappeared into thin air.
Even the plate and the fork,
Are no longer there.



So an investigation ensued,
to unveil the greed
That would cause someone good
to do this bad deed.

The clinking of china,
Reaches my ears.
Into the next room I look
And the story is clear.

My Father, my Pop, my sweet Daddio,
could not ignore his stomach's plea.
He needed a snack and what should he find,
But my little piece of heaven and glee.

Now all that are left,
I am shameful to say,
Are the crumbs of stolen dessert,
And my maddening dismay.