O Oreo, thief of rustling packets,
how do you always find the treats?
You pull open drawers in the dead of night
like a burglar wrapped in black and white fur.
You leave ripped catnip bags across the floor
as if destruction is a kind of art.
The dog growls when you pass,
but you only flick your tail and carry on.
Every cat in the street knows you somehow.
You meet them beneath garden fences,
touch noses like you’ve shared lives before.
And maybe that is why I love you so fiercely.
Because before you, there were others.
Four names I still carry quietly.
Three boys lost to the road,
one girl stolen by poison.
You are chaos, Oreo,
all sharp claws and crooked habits,
yet you curl against me at night
like something determined to heal what it never broke.
Is poor worse than poverty?
I don’t know
because I live in a house
with a heater
that I can plug in
when I’m cold,
and it follows me
wherever I go.
What is poor?
I don’t know poverty
or homelessness
because I never waited in line
for a free room
to sleep in
because life
broke my heart.
I stopped trying
to try
and cried in my car
in front
of one of the
Dollar Trees.
I have a sneaking suspicion
that one of them is better
and sadder:
the riddle is…
which one?
I don’t split the Oreo
when I don’t have one.
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
Picture of Little Oreo’s arrival
I can’t believe you bring so much love and mischief
You were carried in by a stork
Too much wait for your arrival
Now that you’re here
Wasn’t told you do parkour
I can’t stop loving you
You’re so sweet little Oreo
This is Oreo
Joined our family not too long ago
He is 12 weeks
Already become a member
With all his little antics
I wonder
Jumping, racing and playing
Following me about
Getting under my feet
Taken my heart already
He beautiful playful little kid
Lol
What can I say hes moved in already
I find myself buying him lovely little toys
Hurrying home just to be with him
I have given him several names
Professor Theodore Oreo the biscuit esquire
I love you Oreo
The night before my father’s heart attack,
my brother and I were splayed across a bed
watching a re-run of “Happy Days”
and eating Oreo cookies.
My father sat stiff and upright
in a wooden chair. By then, his back
felt like it was being pierced by daggers
and the pain made his face pale and clammy.
I offered him an Oreo,
one of his favorite snacks,
as I gently twisted apart the dark discs
to reveal the snowy treasure
in between.
He watched as I scraped the cream
from the dry, crisp chocolate with my teeth,
then he turned his head
and said, “No, thank you.”
I never wondered if he knew
in those final hours
that his emerald eyes
were about to close forever,
or if he felt death spread inside of him
like a cool drink.
Because if he did,
he would have taken the Oreo,
if only for one small bite,
just to feel the gritty chocolate,
that ordinary joy,
crumble over his tongue
one last time.
In Memory of Oreo, the Glasses Thief
My guinea pig named Oreo, an affectionate little soul with a talent to behold..
With fur as soft as moonlight’s gleam,
And eyes so bright, like stars in a dream.
My Oreo, you brought such delight,
With mischief in your heart, mischief in your sight.
A master of curiosity, you wandered with grace,
Exploring the world at your own little pace.
When I’d ask you kindly, Take my glasses, you’d take them away,
With gentle nibbles, you’d remove them with care,
As I marveled at the magic we shared,
My Oreo, with your mischievous ways,
You taught me to find joy, even in mundane days.
You reminded me to cherish life’s little charms,
And embrace the bliss found in unexpected arms.
Now, as I stand here, in this bittersweet rhyme,
Remembering the laughter you brought in your prime,
I bid you farewell, my Oreo
May your spirit live on, in a world without end.
Farewell, Oreo, the glasses thief so sly,
Thank you for the love that will never die.
A reminder of the joy in life’s whimsical stride.
Oreo Planet sleeps above the event horizons deep
Black holes, dark matter, form between the light
Vanilla stars follow Orion’s galactic path on course
Along the ecliptic everything is night
Planet Oreo stands alone in clouds of wonder
A mystery in the universe as something baked
Is that a small unleavened cake, crisp, flat and sweet?
Is that a cookie floating in the distant mist oh so deep?
Mirrors reflect the brilliance of the sun
Life is black and white and sometimes dumb
Oreo stands alone in cosmic clouds of wonder
Transitioning from cookie company into what?
Oreo is not just a planet but a cookie politic
“Transgenders exist” and that’s enough
So have another lick and don't confuse it with a bite
Articulated words
From your lips...
Soothes more than
Smooth creamed cookie.
Melanin skin tone,
You are...
Makes this cookie green.
Your sapience, very distinct
Making a library curse
Your existence.
Resistence, I sucked
From your crispy nipples
Forming ripples
Down my infant tummy.
Oreo, might be yummy,
Crunchie and sweet;
That mama, can't
Contend with
Your rarebreed
Baked ennead months from your oven.
I became your best torte;
Sweeter than the sweetest,
Your end product.
Kind hearted you are,
Your heart larger
Than Philadelphia city...
Accomodates all with pity.
Like a tulip in the tropical forest
Your warmth beckon one to rest.
Your life, very admirable
Than the sight of a phillerya.
Before you depart,
Record an audio
To soak in while I crunch my Oreo.
©? Rarebreed «2020
Oreo cookies
Followed me home
I wanted to keep them but they had better plans.
I ate eight of them yesterday, with cool, cold milk.
My husband asked today if I need anything from the store.
Oreo cookies! My happy side yells.
We have already gained so much weight, my ugly self complains.
My husband does not hear the words,
But he knows me well.
Oreo cookies
Followed him home.
Black chocolate or creamy white it doesn’t matter
See past the outside and you’ll find a taste of something beautiful
Your values may change, shift, and shatter
Black chocolate or creamy whit it doesn’t matter
Don’t speak mindlessly with your chatter
For neither is better or more suitable
Black chocolate or creamy white it doesn’t matter
See past the outside and you’ll find a taste of something beautiful
(a poem a deux)
The Oreo is there.
Out of sight, it calls to me.
Oreo: Love! Come to me. Pleasure awaits.
Me: No. Will power! I will not succumb.
Oreo: Think of chocolate...tongue-lingering, senses-reeling, so appealing...
Me: I am stronger than chocolate.
Oreo: Beneath the surface lies cream. Pure, unadulterated cream.
Me: I have a new book to read.
Oreo: Love, be reasonable. You know you want me.
Me: I don't.
Oreo: You do.
Me: Don't.
Oreo: Do.
Me: Don't.
Oreo: Do.
Me: Don't, don't, don't!
(pause)
Oreo: (seductively) Milk.
Me: (groan)
Oreo: I adore bathing in milk. It makes me so soft, so vulnerable, so wet.
Me: No! Not there. Don't touch me there!
Oreo: A veritable orgy of ecstasy in your mouth.
Me: O stop! Don't! Stop. Don't---stop---don't---stop---don't stop.
Oreo: My love!
Me: Wait for me, I'm coming. O God, I'm coming!
A twist and a turn
Then you eat the cream;
You take the chocolate cookie
And dip in ice cream.
Put some milk in a glass
Take a dip,
Then take that cookie over your lip.
Chew it up and put it down your tongue.
Look out stomach!! Here it comes.
Well just in case you don't know;
That's exactly how to eat an Oreo.
Penned for contest 6/4/2015 3:57 p.m.
Sponsored by Lyric Man
Do you know exactly how to eat and Oreo,
Well to do it you,
You unscrew it.....very fast.
'Cause a kid will eat the middle of an Oreo first;
And save the chocolate cookie outside for last.
Daisy Yant
05/27/2015
Sing Me A Jingle Contest
She eats the cookies
She eats the cakes
She eats for sins sake
Spiced rum and frozen mars bars
She is addicted
Not to me
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