| There's nothing like The feeling of Going home And sitting down. Looking past The open newspapers Looking past The open teapot, Turning your head, Nodding it slightly Catching sight Of that one open jar. You want to close it Oh, so badly. That naggy feeling Growing larger. You reach out, You grab the jar, But, the lid Is out of sight. You search around, You fumble For your glasses, Knocking over a glass. Through framed eyes, You peer, Trying to process Trying to cope. The lid is nowhere To be found, So you return To the jar. Inside, you find A pleasant surprise. Two cookies Dotted with mints. It's hard to choose Just one of them. The sake of your wellbeing May be at stake. Both were quite big, The size of small plates. Both grasped Your appetite. Tempted, Oh how tempted. It's really quite hard To control your calories. You reach out, Reach back, Consume one, But it's not enough. You cut part Of the second. Hoping for more Savoring the flavour. You don't especially Like mint. The cold, Irregular flavor. |