Opportunist
The teapot sat pertly on the front burner
whistling its tune. Suddenly the lights
went out. I grabbed a flashlight
poured my tea, and grabbed a box of
pink frosted cookies. Not feeling noble,
I sat in my recliner and munched.
With a sigh, I wondered if there would
ever be hope for my diet. Better luck,
tomorrow. Now, I’ll enjoy a quiet moment.
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