ARROWROOT COOKIES

ARROWROOT  COOKIES

When we’d come out for the annual two weeks,

We didn’t have much time…

And I was told to not ask for anything,

Strictly warned to toe the line.

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I was fooled once by an aunt insisting

Whatever did we need…

I made the error of agreeing with her,

Innocently or perhaps from greed.

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Everyone growled underneath the breath

While she went into the house to search…

Eventually coming out with some cookies

So we could drive off with a lurch.

—J. Caswell