Cookie Poem by Ima Ryma

Cookie, the cook, while stirring dough
Is getting herself all stirred up.
A lifetime cooking - what to show?
Just a batch of frustration - yup!
Barely making minimum wage,
In kitchen heat hell hourly
Does send Cookie into a rage,
Feeling she's wilting flourly.
For being an overworked one,
Cookie has saved nary a coin.
Before this cookie batch is done,
A labor union she should join.

This is a thought that gets a rise
In Cookie - she will unionize!