One Cookie Poem by JOE POEWHIT
One Cookie
Rating: ★4.5
High above a gentle treat.
Maybe when they both sleep.
I'll find a way to sneak.
MOM'S KITCHEN, another peak.
High above a morsel odor.
Me below, just like Dover.
Now's my chance so sublime.
Left alone, a minute all mine.
Chair with looks, mighty far.
A cookie from the Holy jar.
Still warm from the bake.
HANDS FULL, CRIME OF THE TAKE.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
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4/26/2024 3:03:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely and funny. I can picture the little boy reaching out for the cookie jar.