Broken Fortune Cookies
While some of Sally's fortune cookies are broken into bits;
it's easy reading fortunes when their open in the blitz.
She saves them for my rainy days or so I'd like to think.
It's how to run a business when you serve one with a drink.
I tell her all my fortunes are always coming true.
More importantly their tasty and very good to chew.
She knows I don't need luck; that her cookies are a treat,
and sees me wash them down with a coffee extra sweet.
And with the cookies and their luck thirst will come to me
as Sally goes with friendship like a coffee or a tea.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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