I see them, through the glass,
sitting there, baking,
I wait, impatient, hands in lap,
soon, for the taking,
I will consume as many as able,
and find myself content,
after eating all of them, on the table,
some crumbs will be there left.
chips within the crumbling dough,
chocolate flavors, in they go,
down the throat, and to my brain,
the cells of joy spread their wings.
if you desire to make many friends,
and make your family happy,
bake up a batch of chocolate chip cookies,
and they will no they're lucky.