No Cookies

These are cookies that I love

because they came from up above.

Chocolate chip banana nut 

if you bite they’ll get a cut.

When they do they’ll ooze out chocolate;

Sometimes they’re small so they can fit in your pocket.

Sometimes they are big so they can fit in a baggie, 

and when he or she wants it, and I mean your dog, 

try to act like a hog!

Keep it away for the sake of his or her life,

so if it’s a boy it can have puppies and a wife. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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