CookieA Poem by TTBoy28Cookie usually created drama where drama usually did not exist Cut in so many ways shapes and sizes the pain did not subside after basking like being smothered in a grand pappy fry pan oven The chips from the cuts exploded and expanded ozzing with goo to only add to the effect of the heat Though many were pleased with Cookie's appearance it was the battered taste that appealed most accompanied with a scoop of vanilla ethical cream Cookie's life was not all in vain adored by many and devoured by many more Cookie's spirit lives on daily nightly as sweet delectible visions for the gluttons of added poundage Whether battered Cookie can be found boxed in and promoted for all that is good and bad and stored for the pleasure of all ages, shapes and sizes Everyone loves Cookie for the name alone brings about discriminating questions of geography So often misconstrued Cookie is Cookie and always will be yet not always beside milk © 2010 TTBoy28 |
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Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 |

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