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.