Puppy Wants That Cookie
I think about eating a cookie
It’s not mine; it is theirs.
But I had no breakfast, so lookie….
It's up for grabs on the top of the stairs.
Old dog yelps, “don’t do it, Pup!”
This aged geezer never fills up my confidence cup.
I leave the cookie and army of ants move in.
Now may I have it? I yelp with a grin.
Mama of the house picks it up in a dustpan.
I will never listen again to this old man.
It’s gone now, in the garbage can.
I howl the night away, annoying this old man.
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