Ode to Cookies Lauren Castle
An Ode to Cookies 🍪
Oh, golden disk of buttery grace,
Why must you go straight to my face?
You crisp at the edge, you soft in the middle,
Solving my sadness, a delicious sweet riddle.
Chocolate chips like dark little gems,
Forget all my problems, my "ifs" and my "whens."
You mock the crisp celery, you laugh at the kale,
Against your warm magic, all diets shall fail.