When food is missing,
our family knows.
There's no dismissing,
what the refrigerator shows.
When people see,
their food gone from the fridge.
All chaos breaks loose,
till we all call a truce.
My brother stole my food,
so I handled.
It may have been rude,
but I threw my sandal.
If you're reading this,
be aware.
You steal my food,
there will be a scare.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of sorts
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