Tongue Twister Time
"Crispy, crumbly, chocolate Christmas cookies cooling . . . "
I am going to turn back the pages of time,
to when my Grandma made cookies in wintertime;
I would sit at the kitchen table with my cat,
cooling on the counter were creations sublime.
Grandma said, don't touch, and in her rocker she sat,
reading my book I stopped to give my kitty a pat;
But he had vanished and I was just petting air,
oh, just smelling that chocolate would make me fat.
Grandma snorted loudly and got up from her chair,
checking the crispy, crumbly treats- she turned to stare;
and she said, my dear I told your not to touch them,
but, but I didn't Grandma, I was loud to declare,
And at that moment we noticed my cat Tom Thumb,
one Christmas delight was diminished to a crumb;
how sweet are these pages of my life to recall,
kitty was in the "dog house" cause he had succumb.
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November 10, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat Rhyme/Tongue Twister Time
Copyright Protected, ID 16-848-903-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Tongue Twister Time
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Fifth Place
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