*This is a very emotional (AND TRUE) story. It describes how I dropped my beloved cookie on the floor.
That cookie,
That glorious,
precious,
cookie.
Who was sealed in a fate
Of loss
And death.
It slipped from my hands,
And, gracefully,
Slammed onto the floor.
Crumbs flew,
So did my dignity.
For everyone watched,
And snickered at my loss.
I close my eyes,
And retrieve the remains.
I will eat that cookie
And it will be *f-word* delicious!
YOU ARE READING
"P" is for Poetry and Pain
PoetryA different collection of fun and light-hearted poetry/short stories.
