Somebody help me. Please set me free. I'm addicted to... cookies, that's true. I have too many favourites. And can even go on long debates. Ginger, shortbread, butter, orange or chocolate. These are the ones taking up all my pantry space. There was a time. I wouldn't give a dime. Only chips and wafers. I still do love them taters. I looked at my grandparents munching. Biscuits always they'd be crunching. And I'd shirk, within myself thinking. 'Old people's food', my eyeballs rolling! But, look at me today. I'm following in their way. Tons of roasted peanuts and biscuits. Without any calorie counting or limits. Somebody please help me. I need to stop eating cookies. But they're so good dipped in tea. I just wish they were instead, healthy. So I call myself the cookie monster. Maybe I need to be treated by a doctor. I think I'll just go and fetch some choco chips. As I write the last lines of this poem on biscuits.
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I just consumed 15 chocolate chip mocha cookies as I wrote this poem. I kept going back for three more each time. I eat cookies dipped in tea along with roasted peanuts every midnight. I’m addicted to cookies. So that’s 24 packets of ginger cookies, 3 butter cookie packets, 6 chocolate chip mocha cookie packets, 8 orange milk cookies, 12 orange and oats cookie packets, assorted chocolate/chocolate chip cookies. The only thing missing is shortbread because those are just so pricey here. There’s even a big packet of regular Marie biscuits for days I’m out of the good stuff! I need to stop. In my defence, these particular ones that I prefer are rarely ever available anywhere. So when I spot these, I stock up 😉