The Candle Tip
I use my grandma’s cookie shapes
For Chanukah each year.
They’re plastic and so very old
They might not persevere.
The candle cutter’s broken
So it’s hard to get a grip
On the pieces (there are 3 of them),
Especially the tip.
Since I’d hate to leave a shape out,
I just take an extra sec,
But today, between the batches,
I looked down and – what the heck?
For the candle tip was missing
And it wasn’t on the floor.
I had used it, so this wasn’t something
I could just ignore.
If I’d rolled it in a cookie,
An occurrence I would doubt,
Then the batter wouldn’t flatten
Since that piece would stick right out.
For a while I was stymied,
Then I checked one ball of dough
Which I’d gathered up until
My cookie sheet had room to go.
And voila! I found that sucker
And the lesson that I learned
Is to keep track of the flames
Wherever candles are concerned.
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