A child's cookie

They were so precious before
they scaled the glass, peering
over, wild with hunger,
eyes glowing with desire of
having tasted glory of exercising,
pleading their case for dessert.
Skimming the pastry, they dance.

With healthy contest they compete,
brother and sister jockeying for pole
position, ready with whip,
slandering, scraping, daring
another with faster horse round
the bakery bend, curves ahead.

This sprint is delectable with
recipes for disaster, adding Solomon
to the icing, the chocolate,
a wise nonchalance, she deflates
intoxication with denials of
apparent reality.

It's only flour, sugar and some other
things that operate,
like caffeine, the drugs stake their claim,
in minutes more must be ingested to
arrest the declination of cookie,
Nice try, your attempted escape
from the tiny hands made for cookie.

© 2013 Larry Ingram