Cookies
Three dozen men of gingerbread
still softly warm from oven love
have lost six of their little heads
within plump grins that float above.
The twins wax sweetly corpulent
and lick the rest with greeded eyes
as the remaining legion went
into a jar installed on high.
Girlchildren vowed right there and then
next day to gobble every inch
of tiny, spicy mannequins;
a kitchen revolution French
Come sunrise, though their beds hung low,
the pillows made two empty piles.
A trail of little prints Bordeaux
led to a jar of ginger smiles.
Three dozen men of gingerbread
still softly warm from oven love
have lost six of their little heads
within plump grins that float above.
The twins wax sweetly corpulent
and lick the rest with greeded eyes
as the remaining legion went
into a jar installed on high.
Girlchildren vowed right there and then
next day to gobble every inch
of tiny, spicy mannequins;
a kitchen revolution French
Come sunrise, though their beds hung low,
the pillows made two empty piles.
A trail of little prints Bordeaux
led to a jar of ginger smiles.
If there are drinks, they better be free for me at least!