The Great Cookie Caper
I baked some cookies, fresh and warm,
Their smell, a perfect, sugary storm.
I turned my back for just a beat,
And came back to a missing treat!
The culprit’s clear, though no one speaks—
It’s furry paws and whiskered cheeks.
A trail of crumbs leads down the hall,
A guilty cat, too proud to call.
I chase him down, he gives a stare,
Like, "What? I'm innocent, I swear!"
But crumbs are clinging to his tail,
And I know well, I’ve lost this tale.
So next time I bake, I’ll make a stand—
Lock the cookies in a jar, so grand!
But for now, I’ll laugh and sigh,
That sneaky cat’s the cookie guy!
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