O Wicked Cookie
I despise thee with Great desire
I long for your sweetness
In my dreams thou shalt retire!
Silently, secretly, you speak my name
Tho you're locked beyond the door
From your secluded resting place
You entreat me: “Come eat more!”
For this plague that is upon me
I blame the Maiden Scouts
For their beauty I cannot resist
Of this…there is no doubt.
Oh to taste the sweet Samoa’s
To crunch the Do-si-doe
I hear them calling to me now
I’m sure my heart will go.
Their plenty screams: 'that I resist'
The treats for just a while
I mustn’t yield to the call
Of Savannah’s entreating Smile!
I hide them far beyond my sight
Avoiding sweet temptation
But soon I’m standing at the door
Starved…with desperation.
I beg for Thin Mint satisfaction
The crunch that so DeLites
I Tag-a-Long…a pathetic slave
In search of wafer bites!
A Shortbread cookie leads to twelve
Twelve cookies I’ve consumed
The diet I was striving for…
So quickly met its doom.
So...to you Maidens making coin
I Shout-Out…Thanks-a-Lot!
And have no fear for yonder cookies…
For in my house…twill not rot!
Clint Gardner 2012
1 comment:
I have those peanut butter ones in the house right now! Irresistible!
Lynn
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