Tuesday, January 13, 2009

cookie-dookie

i mixed everything
butter and cream
the tips of my fingers
all dressed with flour
two cups of water
and gone was the hour

if not for the bright moon
and the falling of leaves
i had used the right spoon
and watched over my cookies
'cause they turned out so sweet
i wanted to believe

i cried for my cookies
and how bad it felt
then i remembered
how much i loved salt
now i know i need not bake
any bread of that sort

'cause all i had to do

was let it all loose

shut my eyes close

and stick my tongue out