Damn, damn, the jar has gone,
Where, oh where could it be?
It was standing right there on the shelf
For one and all to see.
If you have seen our little jar
Standing all forlorn,
Please bring it back where it belongs,
Back to Commercial One.
©Cheryl Wright 2000
This quirky poem was written when our 'team' biscuit (cookie) jar went missing. *Note: Commercial One is the name of the team I was working in at the time.
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|Reviewed by Ken Chartrand
|Hello Cheryl, I read your poem, "Who Stole the Cookie Jar?". I found it so true that when one is craving a cookie and the cookie jar is missing...one can get very depressed. A fun read. Please feel free to visit my site here in the "Den"|
|Reviewed by Miller Caldwell
I'll post the Cookie jar back to you but it will be empty!
Yum, yum, great short poem.
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|I have memories of breaking the cookie jar. I wish I could have been clever enough to steal it. Fun poem.|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
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