Oreo Cookies
Oreo cookies
Followed me home
I wanted to keep them but they had better plans.
I ate eight of them yesterday, with cool, cold milk.
My husband asked today if I need anything from the store.
Oreo cookies! My happy side yells.
We have already gained so much weight, my ugly self complains.
My husband does not hear the words,
But he knows me well.
Oreo cookies
Followed him home.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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