Cookie & Breadstick got together
at start and stop dinner
and lived well-off Divinity for a while
it’s very rich
and everything crumby
until things got stale,
and Breadstick went to hell…
he needed the heat to stay hard
Cookie getting all Betty Crocker with a need to conform…
becoming a secret Cutter
who never dared to use Sprinkles,
Or Icing,
Or even Powdered Sugar,
without Stick’s go ahead, who
mean-time
morphed into the Doughboy
Burying Pills in his breadbasket to get through dinner
while Cookie Cutter hit the sauce pretty hard,
mixing up rum balls
(to cover)
burning Pan several times in the process
–and most associated utensils–
and it was inevitable that both glutens eventually batched out,
retiring to the shelves of the Big 4 store from which Breadstick and Cookie Cutter hailed, to await the return to
the Baker
–the real Baker—
all sixes & sevens & sum
13’s.
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