Friday, March 9, 2007
Ode to a Thin Mint
Thin mint, thin mint, dark and small,
I can’t eat one without eating you all.
Why are you here? For whom were you sent?
Not me, since I gave up cookies for Lent.
You’ve been at my office's front desk all week,
And passing you by, my mood becomes bleak.
But if I had one, I know I couldn't leave;
In an hour, you'd be crumbs and an empty sleeve.
See you next year, same time and same place,
As long as I stay in the Girl Scouts’ good grace.