Over laminate edging,
four extenders appear.
Then up comes the forehead,
home to retinal excitement.
Scanning the counter,
and drooling from mouth.
Osh-Kosh corduroys
stretching past the seams.
The container is spotted,
filled with pressed oats,
sugars and raisins,
essentially sweet toast.
An outreach is made
to capture the prize.
Although knowing location,
supervision prevents.
A sweeping of forearm,
a loud crash sounds off.
Crumbs tumbled to the floor.
Five second rule.
Author notes
little cookie thief
In a list
A contest entry
- they aren't little... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 4, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love reading your poems without knowing what they are about, and then reading them again...completely changes, but is even better.
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very funny... the last line made me laugh.
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The definate sentiments are the strength of this amazing piece..I love this entry..well done my friend..and thanks ..
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well done!
just follow the crumbs and you will see...the
dwelling place of the little cookee monsters that giggle
with glee!
ears/Seattle loved your poem, cleverly and smartly
written!
well done!
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