Cookie Fails
I have committed all those sins, /
Once and again /
When baking the day away. /
In the kitchen I run /
Mixer, thumb, and hum /
As I try to get the dough my way. /
But, alas, by turns /
Overmixed to burned, /
My baking fails like clay /
Lost on a potter’s wheel /
Self-creation piecemeal /
That has gone astray. /
But fool that I be /
Mount Success for me /
So into the recipe I climb. /
Mix and shape /
Measure and bake /
Then wait again for the timer’s chime.
Then out come my cookies. /
Oh, take a look! See /
How they look divine. /
I sit on my stool, /
Fidgeting until cool, /
Then I dine on this feast of mine.
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