Holly wrote:
> Through the cellofeign I see your stark plight,
> A charem of women who have lost their knight.
>
> When I open the lid, I feel your distress.
> You're all ravished and trembling from PTS.
>
> What draws me disturbs, I start to salivate.
> I have no charity for I simply take.
>
> Having eaten and put you all out of sight,
> I'm surprised, I do not feel a bit contrite.

IAWTP.

I feel the same about a package of crackers.