Enter (an acrostic poem)

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Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed

Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard

They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came

Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream.  It was Walter’s only hope

Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.

Cookie (an acrostic poem)

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Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar

Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat

Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet

Keeping good social distance between them

Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started

Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you.  Yum!

For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/

(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)

Spilled Milk!

Some people say don’t cry over spilled milk, but I ask you, why not?  What if that was the last of your milk and you still have one more cookie?  Would that be worth crying over?  How about if that cup of spilled milk was actually smashed over your head by a large man whom you just met, especially if it was over you taking the last cookie from him?  What about if that spilled milk contained a miracle cure for aging where you would never grow old, and you were just about to drink to your perpetual health with a celebratory cookie you had taken from a large man you had just met and didn’t quite understand why he seemed so loud?

Don’t tell me not to cry over spilled milk.  Now I’m going to go eat my cookie with my black eye all by myself as I watch my precious moments on this earth evaporate away just like the life giving milk in front of me.