Cookies

There's a variety of cookies to be had at the local grocery mart. Famous Amos, Keeblers, Chips Ahoy and others to fill your cart. All daintily wrapped and scrumptious I will readily concede, But there ain't nothin' like homemades for my belly's need! Ah! The delightful aromas waftin' from the kitchen, Make my tummy growl and gets my taste buds itchin'! I'm unceremoniously invited from the kitchen while they cool. I'm restrained from snatchin' some - I can only drool! I'm aware that makin' homemades will create a heap o' clutter, But what care I - just so my spouse is liberal with the peanut butter! You can't go wrong usin' grandma's recipes to make a batch, Of macaroons, brownies or snickerdoodles from scratch! There's all kinds of munchies such as popcorn and tater chips, Macadamia and pistachio nuts and Fritos with fancy dips, But I prefer cookies for a snack and eat 'em by the fistful. If I don't get my daily cookie fix I become somewhat wistful! I reckon I inherited my cookie fetish from my dear old Pa. His moniker was "Cookie Bill"! He always had a cookie in his paw! Please etch upon my stone when this earthly plane I flee: "Keep that cookie jar full of cookies was his fervent plea!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved