Christmas Cookies

 

Dryer lint, dryer lint

how do you grow

You don’t make good mittens

there’s nothing to sew,

I find it amazing

and a little bit queer,

On laundry day

you simply appear.

Fluffy and soft

I wish that I knew

just what I could make

from a big bunch of you.

I could stuff a pillow

at night rest my head,

but I’d dream of old socks

or blankets long dead.

Maybe make cookies

tasty and nifty –

I'll just add and egg

and bake at 350.