Fun Poem To Write Three

Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack. Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back. His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack. With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack. I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack. Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack? I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack. He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack. Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?” They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack. Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack. The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.