'The Price Of Cookies' Poem by Linda Winchell

You went and bought me all the ingredients
to bake your favorite Scotchy cookie treats!
But I had fallen and broke my back
and now, it is hard to stand a long time on my feet!

I know I wanted to make them for you
you don't ever ask, much for yourself!
But I had plans to bake a Scotchy cookie sheet, of them
but that didn't seem, to set with you too well.

You had a look, that if looks could kill
it would have been worse than the, O.K. Coral!
What the heck do you think I am?
Some super, duper blow up gal?

Just blow me up, when needed!
Then stand me in front of the stove or sink!
And call out your menu from across the room!
And have me deliver it along, with your drink!

I have battled cancer and a heart attack!
but that doesn't seem to faze you a bit!
All you could see is that I wasn't going to make Scotchies!
the way you wanted, so you threw a, Hissy Fit!

Well, you know what my dearest husband?
I will bake you Scotchies, when Hell gets frozen over!
I'm not feeling well, and look like Hell
I'm sick!
and want to lay here under these warm covers!

So go and buy your Scotchy cookies!
at the bakery down the street!
I hear they will make them just as you like!
And not on, some cookie sheet! ! !