#cookiepoetry

we may be all stuck inside but together we can take a ride to find the sweetest cookie doughs and bake them long and well, and so we'll have a batch for any purpose eat them all don't be nervous to enjoy

its a hard call a single one to make each bite valuable. wonderful or many, whereby i will be a'satisfied indeed. its a call hard for all but one i will always consider. a conflict within me is fixed by

in the heat they sit baking away. outside i sit, waiting for the day that i can eat them all. pans of them for me and you too. so many cookies, packing them into bags, and taking them on the go and everywhere.

whether cookies or cupcakes, or even a cake, you will find a pure joy in the things you bake. they rise growing becoming the treats we need. we wait and stare and hope that soon we will get to eat. chips

there is a memory that rises from deep within reminders of bygone eras moments of emotional force, joy smiles locked in past feelings from a bite of a classic, the chocolate chip cookie. a reminder of

as they sit in the oven i look in hands rubbing together... waiting, watching, stomach grumbling... I need the cookies! sugar, chip, rainbow, and mint, any kind will do, and I'll share with you, too.

they sit in the oven. i watch through the glass i see them in their glory arising and becoming flavors so sweet. the batch a pan or three for me and you. prepare yourself its time cookie time.

lets us all one from the pan fresh and hot chocolate chips melting, each bite delicious. delictible. prepare a batch a pan bake it up and await the flavors.

its time for us to bake sit and wait in the oven, they rise and the cookies become better and better then eat and enjoy and in our days the happiness it fills us deeply, and completely.

a single pan in the oven it sits. awaiting baking and preparing itself for us delicious flavors a must. the chips they melt the cookies, felt within us, a joy. prepared for cookie time, eating them all

any place any time a treat needed to bring smiles to faces once forlorn and now joyous. cookies baked for hours ready risen to become a snack we love. cookies they can be filled with things we love, chips

prepare the dough, needing kneading, add the chips of chocolate, and bake. as it sits in the heat, becoming the thing we all know and love, becoming perfection as it rises, forming. make sure to make enough

sitting on a pan little clumps of cookies the dough fresh, through the glass I'm looking and waiting. as the heat moves into them they begin to rise and spread becoming a real cookie the final product

I see them, through the glass, sitting there, baking, I wait, impatient, hands in lap, soon, for the taking, I will consume as many as able, and find myself content, after eating all of them, on the table,

Add a few of the delicious chips, none of the steps can be skipped, follow the recipe, word for word, line for line, note for note, and bake a batch, all by wrote. A lesson learned, passed from above,