The COOKIE POEM
by Autumn Stinton 4/16/2008
Cookies dancing in my head…
Looking for cookies at midnight I leave my bed.
But not just under the cover of night…
I search for cookies every day with all my might.
It doesn’t matter what I find…
It makes no difference, I’ll probably eat most any kind.
I turn to cookies when I’m sad…
Even the worst cookie out there isn’t so bad.
There are so many to try and taste…
I really don’t think there is a moment left to waste.
So join me in my cookie crusade…
I’m on a quest to taste the best cookie ever made!
by Autumn Stinton 4/16/2008
Cookies dancing in my head…
Looking for cookies at midnight I leave my bed.
But not just under the cover of night…
I search for cookies every day with all my might.
It doesn’t matter what I find…
It makes no difference, I’ll probably eat most any kind.
I turn to cookies when I’m sad…
Even the worst cookie out there isn’t so bad.
There are so many to try and taste…
I really don’t think there is a moment left to waste.
So join me in my cookie crusade…
I’m on a quest to taste the best cookie ever made!
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