Tollhouse. Milk’s Spouse.
Way of life that I espouse.
Consistently sweet.
Tasty. Hasty
Loyal namaste-ty.
An everyday treat.
Slightly salty.
Not my faulty
if they make you cheat.
Easy Peasy
Every palate pleasy
Always good to eat.
Just dough tastes woah!
Baked, though, More so.
Popped right off the sheet.
Teaspoon. Hand hewn.
Fuddy duddy immune.
No need to be neat.
Great smell as well
wafting up the stairwell,
out into the street.
‘Scuse me. I see
a cookie waiting for me.
I think this poem’s complete.
I love your ode, u inspired me to choose coockies for my english homework