The Ballad of the Midnight Snack
Slipping from the shadow,
With silent stealth he came,
His stomach growled for pizza he
Had come to steal the same.
The solitary ninja crept,
Past three other shadows quiet,
Deep in sleep—or so he thought—
One was prepared to fight.
He snuck down the hall,
His mission near its end,
The pizza that he sought
Lay just beyond the bend.
Peering 'round the corner,
Into the darkened gloom,
Aware only of pizza that
Was soon to be his doom.
His heart sped up,
His breath caught—
Envisioning the midnight snack
That would be his, he thought.
Behind him in the dark,
Was another ninja silent.
His wide mouth formed a grin but his
Intention was quite violent.
The other slunk into the kitchen
Followed by his foe,
A voice came from his brother:
"What's up, Michelangelo?"
Mikey jumped and turned about,
He readied for a fight,
His brother laughed and said:
"It's Raphael, alright?"
The light flicked on and
Mike winced and squinted,
"I was only hungry, why'd you come?"
"There's enough for two," Raph hinted.
The younger nodded in assent,
Mike's movements were clever and deft,
He opened up the fridge and saw
There was only one piece left.
The two stood still and
Both had the selfsame thought.
They looked at each other, grinned
And simultaneously fought.
Mike aimed a kick but was
Forced to block a punch,
Both brothers fell and there
Was such a mighty crunch!
They broke a chair and as
They rolled upon the floor,
They were so intent on fighting that
They never heard the door.
At long last after violent struggle,
Raph had pinned Mikey down,
But both brothers stopped when
They heard a strange sound.
Mikey took advantage of
This brief respite by
Freeing up a hand and
Hitting Raph hard on the thigh
Raph let out a strangled moan,
For Mike had missed his thigh,
Mike was free and up he jumped,
Triumph in his eye.
He strode toward the fridge to where
His prize he'd won by way
Of cheating in a fight lay waiting,
For him to come and claim.
Michelangelo reached out and touched
The handle of the fridge door,
He pulled it wide, heedless of
His groaning brother on the floor.
But what he saw inside
Pricked a hole in his swelling pride with a hissing
Awful noise—
For the last piece of pizza was missing!
Back in the dark of the sleeping chamber,
Don replayed the scenes in his head,
Licking his fingers for leftover grease, he
Finished the last of the pizza in bed.
