A House Intrusion

Once in a modern kingdom

With planes, boats, and cars moving by

A marvelous maiden was late to a house tour

And the house was a struggle to spy

Blonde locks bounce on her shoulders

As her eyelids droop from a restless night

“Oh, I’m so tired,” she said quietly

“Why didn’t I sleep early? Can’t I do anything right?”

Suddenly, the maiden spies an open door

With balloons attached to the mailbox.

Her turquoise blouse shifts as she turns

And walks towards it, adjusting her locks.

A knock to the wall is followed by a “Hello?”

Yet no one answers the lady’s call

She admires the grand stairs in front of her

And notices something bright in the hall

As the lady approached the hall with caution

She spied three burrito bowls on the floor

“Why are these not on a table?” she thought

“And is it for me they bought the food for?”

Without second thought, she sat cross-legged

And grabbed a pocketed fork with glee

“Of course the food is mine.” she reasoned.

“They wanted to show some courtesy!”

As the maiden opened up the first box

She was greeted with a wave of heat

Her first bite of beef turned foul

And she spat out the burning meat

Determined to savor the burrito bowl,

She shifted her sights to the next tin

Immediately, she frowned in disgust

When she realized it was completely vegan

A smile tugged at her lips when she turned

And saw the final bowl

It had all her favorite bits in it

But it went completely cold!

She decided to use this chance

And peruse the contents of the kitchen

While waiting for the microwave to finish

She thought at what seat to sit in

The dining table included three seats

Which did not sit right with the woman

“Ugh, my OCD is killing me. Why, table?!”

“The number of seats should be even!”

She sat at a large cushioned seat first.

That sunk her farther into the leather

Fearing that she would be consumed

She left to try a seat that was better

The second chair was a bright green hue

With black cushion acting as a headrest?

“Why is this seat in the dining hall?” the lady asked,

“Its use is for hardcore gamers at best!”

Though, the final seat seemed perfect

It was a wooden chair with old floral decor

So the maiden brought her hot food to the table-

But heard footsteps by the front door!

“I always was a klutz…” a man’s voice mumbled…

“Why did I leave my door ajar?”

A wave of realization hit the maiden,

But for escaping, she didn’t make it far!

Hours later at a police station,

The man and police made her confess

And so reality hit her as she was cuffed

And learned to mind her own business