My Dad baked me some Cookies

My Dad Baked Me Some Cookies

My dad baked me some cookies,

 It took him very long,

One look at the cookies,

And I knew he made them wrong.

The cookies were smouldering,

And so very misshapen,

That some were shaped like cats,

And others like extra-large bacon.

I tried to eat a cookie,

But chipped my tooth on it,

I tried to break it with my hands,

But it didn’t crack one bit.

I tried to cut it with a knife,

The knife didn’t make a dent,

I tried to cut it with a buzz saw,

But business that cookie meant.

I was determined to break that cookie,

Upon it I declared war,

I had some ludicrous plans,

To stretch the limits quite far.

I threw it in the blender,

Of the blender it made a mess,

For the pinnacle of my plans,

Let me introduce the hydraulic press.

I primed the hydraulic press,

An placed the cookie down under,

I did not realise it then,

But that was a costly blunder.

The cookie disappeared under the press,

I thought the deed was done,

Upon lifting the press, I found that,

The cookie had created a depression.

After comprehending the durability,

I was going to make a suggestion,

But cookie monster stole the cookies,

And then he got indigestion.

04-10-2019