Oh, the strength they carry,

easy to make and faster to consume.

I remember wondering about my night,

and they called my name.

It would be so easy, and there will be more,

and television shows and the evening,

well they float away down a long stream

of a getaway. A person could be

faulted for talking to cookie dough.

Meanwhile a furry character

watches with envy across the room.

He’ll make them all and keep them for himself.

She muses in a disdainful manner,

showing a human persona he sometimes,

has to pause and accept the mystique.

Ah, the delicious smell of baking cookies,

one can only imagine the melting chocolate chips.