At the stroke of midnight hour,
When the clock strang three,
The beast within gave a growl,
And threw a vicious smile at me.

The moon had lit,
The darkness had ripped,
Folks were processing sleep,
Time for me to sweep.

My mom was in a deep siesta,
Oh yeah! Time for the plan testa.
With creepy steps on grizzly floor,
I reached the kitchen and clicked the door.
Uppermost drawer- On the left,
Was the place for me to action the theft.
Curdling hands touched the handle,
Difficult for a 5 ye'r old to wandle.

I got a stool,
And jumped a pool,
Helped me to the box,
O! That rocks!

Slowly took the box out,
That glittering with jewels.
Cookie dè Signior' punched on it
May the sun was out,
Or just my lame vanity.
Much difficulty I switched it open,
The delicious aroma had emitted in.
May I was in Adam's Garden,
Rollin' the hills, joying the dish.

Slithered mine hand into the box
Grabbed a few in my palms.
So soft, so smooth,
As if touched some butter my tooth.

Got some chocolote, berry vanilla,
Stuffed them in my mouth.
As if dancing with a veela.

First to get the heaven for free,
Chance to sense the beauty and see,
So good,
So goood.
Could feel the choco chips,
The strawberry pips,
The berry seeds,
Such an honourable deed.

The choco cream,
Was it a dream!
My crunched lips,
The crunch dips.

Mission of life was complete,
Time to get back to my seat.
My mom snoring high!
Quick prepared a lie.
To tell her abouts' the cookie lost,
The night was sleeping,
I exhaust.

Didn't wanted to waste my night,
To get the some dreams,
Maybe crunchilicious!!
Maybe delicious!!

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