Last Meal Before Impact

Upon receiving news that we’re to die
In forty-seven hours give or take,
I didn’t bother looking up the “Why,”
But looked inside my fridge instead for cake.

For if a meteor’s to squash me flat,
I’d like to eat some tasty food today.
Like peanut butter fudge and sweets like that,
‘Cause counting carbs won’t matter anyway.

But when I’ve gathered all my sweets, my dear,
And it’s too late to get more at the store,
The most important thing is that you’re here.
We’re chilling now. I couldn’t ask for more.

I’ve got it all with me, right here, right now.
Some Coca-Cola, Chips Ahoy, and thou.