January 9, 2009
Hear ye, Hear ye:

Raisins; stay out of my tasty cookies!

Flee from the innovative bakeries

For you and your oatmeal minions shall die,

You will not be baked, not even in rye!
Your career as an "ingredient", gone

Your concoction on my tongue makes me wan.
How dare you copy chocolate chipped gods?
Challenging pure goodness with your foul wads!

A tall glass of milk cannot wash you away

Free the taste buds that you tend to betray!
Enjoy you? I prefer holding a hot coal
You’re a cookie-con artist; pay the toll.
Oatmeal belongs only in a breakfast bowl.
Raisins belong six feet down, in a hole.

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