December
21
“Thank You” by Aascharya Srinivasan
Thank you, my cookies, for turning out the way you did.
You really surpassed my expectations,
So I opened up the trash can and farewell, I bid.
Thank you, slimy dough,
For getting on my shirt
When I thought the electric mixer was on slow.
Thank you, to the chocolate chips that went straight into my mouth,
While I was preheating the oven to 530° rather than 350°
Whose deliciousness prevented them from getting thrown out.
Thank you, cursed salt,
That was measured in tablespoons rather than teaspoons.
Actually, that was probably my fault.
Lastly, I would like to thank my lovely mother,
Who lied to me after eating them,
And pretended to want another.