Sticky, Sticky Fingers

As fate would have it, some people have selective vision in noting initials on food in the refrigerator. Kate's pomegranate vinegar was recently assailed by a chugging thief and an e-mail pleading its recovery was dispatched pronto. The hullabaloo inspired Jessica to author this poem:

it all started with the diet coke, it was in the fridge and then i was diet ... broke!
oh where did my little diet cokes go, was it patrol one, or was it lost in cookie dough?
and then the brownies, oh my oh my. i wish i was paying better attention with my eye (to the brownies).
maybe then I would have seen, who ate katie's brownies, which are not flavored of bean.

oh the decadox, is having some problems, with sticky fingers as sticky as bubble gum(s).
just today, we found out it happened,the raspberry vinegar is gone!
all while katie took a nap(pened). i mean, who drinks a cup of vinegar anyway?
it's probably the fastest way you could ever decay.
and then there's claire's special table cloth, flowery, lovely and not full of moth.
it's under the black sofa... we don't know how.
and claire's spirit is taking a pow (of rejection).
oh woe to all of this missing food,
hopefully this poem will put you in a better mood.