Skip to main content

Christmas cookies


My Starbucks Christmas Cookies
On my desk at work
Make people happy

They touch them
They play with them
They want to eat them
They want me to eat them
("When are you going to eat them?")
They want me not to eat them
("Are you REALLY gonna eat these?")
If I do eat them -- like my gingerbread man's legs
They feel sorry for him
But they understand

In a world of working professionals
My cookies are a surprising
Conversation piece
For everyone has an opinion

Today I moved them down
So I could look for a change
And I was asked sadly
"Where did they go? Did you eat them?"

Since people always turn them over
I wrote on little stickies on the back
Please don't eat me, I know I'm cute!
Ho ho ho, have YOU been good this year?

I'm always amazed
At people's response
To cute little edible things
They bring much more comment
Than anything I could do

For breaking down social barriers
They work like a charm.

Ho ho ho.
There I go.
Eaten!

--December 14, 2001

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Feelings

please tell me these feelings will end the nameless ones with no face the terror with no name, the memories hidden in dreams. each day they're getting less losing weight not getting fed by my choice. but still they persist made a habit by past munchings on the tidbits i threw them by accident. as they waste away i make new creations in my head to replace them. ones with no relations who will not check my past feelings to make sure they're ok. new feelings with the stability to stand on their own two feet though young and new. let them die. death to the traitors who took away my life. i will make new ones to rise again a resurrection of the just. --March 27, 2002
Post a Comment
Read more

Is it enough

today i let go of something that wasn't mine -- your love. you leant it to me for a while but then you took it back again. i tried to play tug of war because i thought it was mine. but you reminded me it was yours all along to give and take as you chose.            
Post a Comment
Read more

We must have cats

Rats & bats, We must have cats... To rise out of the fishbowl And say That's THAT! (But the sad thing is That when you have no fish It means that Somebody ate them.... And no matter how cute The cat will be mute Because he got his own tongue To plead the Fifth On the fish.) So, if you live in a fishbowl like This Cat That is Confining and Small and Lowly You must rise above it And keep your head up, And use up your nine lives Quite Slowly. --February 4, 2002
Post a Comment
Read more