Cookies
Oven hot and ready
Gooey spoonfuls of sweet, chocolate chip cookie dough
Carefully dropped onto a shiny silver pan
Into the oven they go to rise into sumptuous bites of heaven
The smell of delectable sweetness fills the air as we patiently wait
The quiet is interrupted by a screeching timer
Out they come, piping hot and slightly browned
Finally ready, warm and yummy with a tall glass of cold milk
Question – Does the fact that I’ll write a poem about cookies mean I have serious junk food issues? haha
Long walks and dark chocolate 
Hmmmm, you can’t beat a lovely chewy cookie!
I agree, thanks for stopping by!
Oh I wanted to grab one right off the screen . .I think I have issues too! 🙂
haha, glad you liked 🙂