There you sit helplessly,
You fifty-five calorie lunar eclipse,
Always awaiting the inevitable.
A dunking or drowning it may be,
Or a divorce between the blissful trio
Where one will stand alone.
Yet, perhaps you may be fortunate
Stacked to tower over all
Or joined with others like you,
Crème to crème to crème,
Triple stuffed, or more.
No other cookie requires this planning
And you take it willingly,
Yin and yang,
Divine god of the cookie isle.
Created: Feb 24, 2010Document Media