The Edibles

"They call us the edibles," said a cookie to me, Whose eyes were chocolates and chips, "Your mom shaped us into people, as you see, And now sound comes from our liquorice lips!" "Yeah, and it seems my lips are liquor-ish as well," I said to myself and not to the dessert, Whom I tossed up and when he into my mouth fell, Began screaming, "Is this what I deserve?!" I quickly pulled him out of my mouth and when, Asked why and how he had just spake, He responded to that right there and then, "Because like you, we had just got baked."