Cookies
My cookies have gone missing and I don't know where they are.
I planned to give them to my friends as symbols of good cheer—
one dozen monster cookies, each one shaped into a star.
The finest of the recipes in my small repertoire,
this was to be the final batch that I baked up this year.
My cookies have gone missing and I don't know where they are.
I left them in the pantry—they were too big for the jar.
I set them on the bottom shelf next to my husband's beer,
one dozen monster cookies, each one shaped into a star
Whichever person took them, left the pantry door ajar—
It isn't like my homemade goods routinely disappear.
My cookies have gone missing and I don't know where they are.
I find the circumstances are a little bit bizarre.
I guess I need to bake some more before my friends get here—
one dozen monster cookies, each one shaped into a star.
I found crumbs in the driveway where my husband parks his car—
if it turns out that he took them, I will kick him in the rear!
My cookies have gone missing and I don't know where they are—
one dozen monster cookies, each one shaped into a star.
Copyright © J-Mag Guthrie | Year Posted 2017
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