Christmas Cookie Limericks

There once was a mom in the ‘burbs
Who thought, for her neighbors, to serve
A plate full of treats;
She filled cookie sheets
With stars, bars, and fudge squares superb.


Once baked, cooled; then frosted and stored,
The mom looked with pride at her hoard.
“Don’t eat them!” she warned;
Then, her advice, scorned –
Her snack-taking not aboveboard.


Thus laden with cookies in hand,
She followed her gifting program.
Though many, afraid
Of free calories, stayed
Inside while they spied from their door-cam.


15 thoughts on “Christmas Cookie Limericks

  1. johnlmalone December 23, 2018 / 8:51 pm

    lovely and ludic; those treats look, well, a treat ๐Ÿ™‚ you do these domestic humorous poems well ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. mymindlessdrivel December 23, 2018 / 10:08 pm

    If you get stuck, send them my way for the folks at work. They gripe about calories and their weight, exercise for a minute or two and then stuff their faces with breads and sweets as a treat for their workout. I tried to be nice and help them out by not making cookies, but I think it’s wasted effort.

    Silly neighbors, afraid of a few calories. ‘Tis the season to overindulge. Don’t they know that?

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    • Chelsea Owens December 23, 2018 / 10:13 pm

      ๐Ÿ˜€ Your co-workers sound like me.

      …I’m *this close* to leaving a different sort of surprise on those neighbors’ porches.


      • mymindlessdrivel December 23, 2018 / 10:17 pm

        Try vegan. I find most of it tastes objectionable, though there are those that rave about it.

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        • Chelsea Owens December 23, 2018 / 11:53 pm

          For the neighbors? ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m thinking dog food.


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