The Mystery of the Midnight Munchies

In the quiet of the evening's hush,

I hear the crinkle, the stealthy rush,

A shadow moves, a silent sneak,

The midnight munchies strike again this week.

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Cookies vanish, chips take flight,

Ice cream scoops dwindle overnight,

I search the cupboards, fridge, and more,

But treats keep slipping out the door.

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“Have you seen my chocolate stash?”

I ask with just a hint of sass,

You smile and shrug, with feigned surprise,

But crumbs betray your midnight lies.

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I set a trap, with treats in sight,

To catch you in the dead of night,

A cookie here, a brownie there,

I lie in wait, with loving care.

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The clock strikes twelve, the house is still,

Then comes the rustle, the secret thrill,

I tiptoe out and flip the switch,

To find you in your midnight niche.

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With crumbs adorning guilty lips,

And chocolate smudged upon your tips,

You laugh, I join, and in this dance,

Our love’s revealed in every glance.

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For in these snacks you sneak away,

I find the quirks that make you sway,

And though my treats may disappear,

My heart grows fonder, year by year.

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The Mystery of the Midnight Munchies,

A tale of love and stolen crunchies,

In every bite and sweet delight,

I love you more with every night.