An inmate mumbled he dreamt of snacks
All the others heard was their list of tasks.
But, he insisted he preferred kombucha.
Another ludic intoned; I betcha!
The menu has sugar packets
instead of little chocolates.
When in realization at the electric fence
Fruit leathers offered an eclectic dispense.
Yum, yum, the bourgeoisie’s palate zings.
The Cellie is jealous of the delicious offerings!
Enjoy a bowl of words from snacky the snarky.