Here’s another poem read from my basement.

Guilty.
Guilty for attempted penetration of frozen supplies.
Overnight you planned the demise
Of manager’s special fish, pizza and vegetables.
But your root barrel shrapnel failed.
Once again, the good guys prevailed
And rather than wiping up root beer stains
A ziplock forcefield contains
The reminder of your infiltration,
Potential contamination,
Slowly melting away
‘Till later today
When you and my lips meet
And I drink to your defeat.