No Cookies
These are cookies that I love
because they came from up above.
Chocolate chip banana nut
if you bite they’ll get a cut.
When they do they’ll ooze out chocolate;
Sometimes they’re small so they can fit in your pocket.
Sometimes they are big so they can fit in a baggie,
and when he or she wants it, and I mean your dog,
try to act like a hog!
Keep it away for the sake of his or her life,
so if it’s a boy it can have puppies and a wife.
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