Jane bent and opened up the box.
A sniff, a poke, and then she spoke.
“Come on,” she urged, “And take a piece,”
she motioned to her friend, Denise,
who touched her paunch. “Maybe a few,
since I am eating now for two.”

Jane loved to watch her people binge
without a trace of guilty twinge,
the way her best friend always did.
She smiled and shut the coffin’s lid.


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