Wheat flour with sugar mixed
emulsified with shortening thick
elixir of vanilla added in
and a few chocolate chips
indigo darkness lies without
distant trucks rumble on
forms and papers to be filled
are what fills my computer screen
stomach empty does call out
aching with an awful need
and my thoughts do resist
thinking of percentage fat
sugar of blood ‘tis not low
sluggish not my thoughts do flow
yet my tooth all too sweet
would like to nibble on a treat
In the pantry packages lie
foil packets that keep fresh
glorious creations that I crave
cookies with chocolate chips
near at hand can be found
nectar kept deliciously cold
creamy rich that I crave
milk for dunking cookies in
resisting still I work on
even though I do crave
cookies rich and cup of milk
to fulfill my morning need