Having survived to adulthood I find I can attend to the
cookie jar at will. Be it previous to a
meal, so be it. I shan’t spoil my
appetite as so vehemently proclaimed by elders during my youth. “Watch out wind, for I toss caution in your
direction.”
Ah, but alas, I am here but find no cookies. Neigh a chocolate chip, nor Pecan Sandy. Not crumb to peck or fragrance be of oatmeal raisin or sugar. Void is my jar, and so hollow
is my life. I am morose. What good to be grown and sound of mind if
someone has laid waste to the macaroon before my arrival?
1 comment:
Perhaps it's not time - one should never eat a cookie before its' time!
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