Cookies are my favorite stuff
But making them can be really rough.
You mix the flour, and make the dough;
It takes an hour, which goes... so... slow.
The chocolate chips are added then,
Keep pouring ‘til you remember when…
I filled the bowl, chips went so high
My mother asked "Why? Why!? Why!!?"
I told her that the chips are good!
She answered that "You probably should…
Follow the steps found in the book.
It would be a good idea if you’d look".
I said "ok!", and continued on cooking.
The oven ready, I placed them in
And went to play;
...it was a sin,
‘Cause when the lights and sirens came,
There was only me to blame.
The smoke had completely filled the house.
I felt so bad, as tiny as a mouse.
That was then, and this is now,
So if you listen, I’ll tell you how...
I open the book and find the page
To make some cookies that’ll be the rage.
I measure the dry,
And measure the drips,
But every time…
I count the chips!
Topic assignment by Anakha-Marie (12 years old)
in Roy, Utah