The Cookie Jar
- Theresa Baxter
- May 1, 2023
- 1 min read

It sits so quiet, in the corner
On the counter, cookie hoarder
Hands on belly, lid askew
Holding goodies just for you
Tempting, coaxing, charming casket
Like diviner, you can ask it
Why do treats need to be hidden?
What’s inside that’s so forbidden
They’re often made ‘cause we insist
And is that why we can’t resist?
Yet when we crave we feel like sneaks
Our self-control so limp and weak
And yet that smile will lure us in
Like circus barker’s evil grin
We hope to leave no crumbs behind
Nothing that someone might find
That ties you to a missing sweet
The snack consumed, a quick retreat
There’s nothing left, except relief
To prove your guilt as biscuit thief
And still that jar in shadow lingers
In silence waits for probing fingers…
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