Oh, sugar cookie with a generous coating of brightly colored seasonal icing. How I love thee. Let me count the ways:
Oh, cookie, with each passing season, you change your colors to match all the other cheap streamers and decorations that adorn the grocery store. You even at times dress yourself up to match my favorite sports team.
Oh, cookie, with your soft, sugary almost-not-completely-baked deliciousness. I am sometimes afraid your almost-doneness will sicken me, but to date, you have not yet.
Oh, cookie, you present yourself in a one-of-a-kind-unmistakable wreath of baked goodness. Your circular packaging is recognizable across the bakery section and sometimes in the middle of the grocery aisle. How could I possibly pass you by and not bring you home?
Oh, cookie, I am quickly growing to love the cheesy additions you have left behind on my behind. They are left there as a reminder of your deliciousness and a promising wish to see you during my next excursion to the grocer.
Oh, cookie, you leave me with a lasting taste in my mouth that stays with me for hours. I’m sure you leave it there for me as a sweet reminder that only one of you every six hours is quite enough. I guess you can have too much of a good thing, my tasty cookie.
Oh, cookie, I bring you with me to all of the celebrations I attend. Whether it is a casual affair centered around a sporting event or the social event of the season, I bring you along. Without you, a party is not a celebration. BYOB to me is Bring Your Own Baked (Goods).
Oh, cookie, I just enjoyed your every morsel. I will now remember your goodness until next morrow when I see you sitting amongst my other not-so-delicious products. Until then, I bid you good night, my love.
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Mmmmmm cookies :::said in my best Homer Simpson voice:::
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Thanks. There goes the diet. Oh wait. It’s already Tuesday… the diet bombed yesterday!
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Oh how I love a good ode to a cookie! Good job!
cardiogirl, low tops optional
p.s. Love those crayon carriers — any chance we could negotiate a discount on three of them? I have three daughters (7, 4 and 2) who would LOVE one each for Christmas!
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LOVE THIS!!!!!
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Wow, I thought I was the only one that was crazy about food like that. So true, so true…
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Mine would be to a powdered donut. Ahh… It’s been months since I had one…
Very funny poem
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I feel the same way except it is about cookie dough and not the cooked cookie. LOL
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I hate cookies.
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Ok, ok, I don’t hate cookies. I hate cookies made with wheat flour!
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Cooookkkkkiiiiieeee! That’s my best Cookie Monster imitation. Now I’ve got to go see if we’ve got any cookies in the house…
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I’m glad my store is closed or I’d probably be on my way there right now…yum!
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Mmmmmm….sugar cookie with thick buttercream icing. Mmmmm. My favorite.
I like to bake my own, send them into hubbie’s office. While everyone thinks I’m like the perfect wife, little do they know I’m sending them in to make all of the cute, 20something year old hottie girls just a little fat.
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