She’ll Never Miss These

Between noon and sunset
my stomach whines for love,
and even though this batch
of incredibly tasting cookies
was made for a special party,
they just smell so good
how can I wait
until next ones are done?

Because mother is off on a chore
getting more flour and sugar,
promised her I wouldn’t touch
these lovely tasty morsel.

She’ll never miss three,
just have to remember to clean my face
then drink something to cover
my possible cookie breath.

Now I swear this is the last ones
I will take before she comes back,
even if I said it six cookies ago.