I’m sorry, but
I couldn’t help myself
I saw your cookies, sitting there
They called to me
I had to taste
I had to know what it was like
To eat your cookies.
And so I did.
That’s why they’re all gone.
I’m sorry, but I have to say
My stomach is not.
Sorry, that is.
I like your 'silly little poem for a Tuesday.' Makes me hungry for a cookie...and just what kind of cookie got eaten? Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/
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ReplyDeleteThey were girl scout cookies, of course! I ate a sleeve, but it's okay, because I actually had permission :-)
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