Whose bagel this is i think i know.
She lives in a place barely on the map though.
She will not see me take a bite.
That will quiet my cravings bagels have brought me for a year or so.
My split personality must think it queer.
To steal her bagel when she is no where near.
Between its light brown color on bottom and white, tasty cream cheese on top,
So delightful, to my eye it brings a tear.
My other self begins to question just how sane i am.
She said, “why dont you wait til we get home? Mother is making Beans and Ham!”
“Shut up!” i tell her, ”Beans and Ham do not come close to Bagels.”
Without a second thought, down my throat the bagels i begin to cram.

The warm bagel is so lovely as it goes down.
After i realize what i have done i begin to frown.
For i was wrong, that bagel had belonged to Pennywise The Clown.
Tonight i will skip my shower for fear my split personality and me he will drown.