My Cookie

October 28, 2008
By Allison Evans, Bossier, LA

So there I was standing in line
Trying to get a piece of cookie, it was mine oh mine
It looked so crumbly and yummy
Oh how it would feel in my tummy
Until little tommy got in my way
Please don’t take my cookie I pray
I grew worried and worried
I wish he would hurry
It was the last one
My patience was outdone
So I attacked him instead
Until his eye turned red
And made him give me back my cookie.

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