the story written in verses that has no rhyme.
It smells like freshly made cookies,
made by you in the morning's light
in which you put a lot of love and
thought just to be praised.
Chocolate chip cookies.
It guides you in between the strangers
that all they do is enjoy the presence and
a snack, but you notice a lady like
brown eyed, simple racoon lost in the
moon who'd say "I hate chocolate".
And everyone would stare. Gasp.
How could you choose that for yourself?
It is written in the fairy tales everyone
likes cookies, chocolate chip cookies
with heated cow milk and a tent
of sprinkles. Mm, I love sprinkles!
Assume. No, you consume.
Consume their truth because this is
learned, this is right.
Oh, poor racoon, brown eyed racoon!
We're sending you back to the moon.
It's not allowed for silly little you
to say such catastrophe, don't be
ridiculous! You have to like chocolate.
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