Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Crumby

I mailed out home-baked cookies;
The recipients got crumbs.
Though really, when you bite a cookie,
That’s what it becomes.

It wasn’t my intention,
(I knew not what I was doing
When I wrapped and packed the cookies)
But I saved them all some chewing.

Now of course, the thought’s what matters
And the taste, I think, was yummy.
Still, despite all of my efforts,
I sent gifts considered crummy.

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Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2017 at 9:43 PM haha, so true this is. I used to mail cookies and found out later how they were arriving. DANG it. Hated when that happened. I used to cook many things and send out for Xmas but I stopped around 2000 because it was ruining my waistline! Love this, Ilene.

Lim'Rik Flats January 4, 2017 at 7:58 AM If the recipients didn't appreciate your efforts they are crumbs;-) Love the "but I saved them all some chewing" - GOTD! ~ john

Doug Vinson January 3, 2017 at 9:19 PM Ha! Cheers, Ilene. : ) Gotta say, though, that no matter how small the pieces, I'd still be eating them.