It sat there, on its godly pedestal,
All its Friends of the Chocolate were unmistakably
O Dear Cookie
Tell me your secrets of survival.
Tell me how
Your drippity milk chocolate chips
Sprinkled so artistically on you.
Tell me how no one chose you.
And O pray
Do not forget your secret
Of hiding your irresistable scent
Among the poor unfortunate others.
Belong in a museum
You are beautiful, majestic
The Mona Lisa of cookies.
The spotlight is on you
Do not break down
Do not fall apart.
And I am so sorry to report
You are mine.
*Cue in evil laughter*