Fortune Cookies

 
My name is Robiscoe

and but for a letter,

I’d wager my en-tire life

would be better

O, for an “N” prefacing biscuit

I’d be in the chips–

& crackers…like Triskit!

It’s Queen of the cookies

–and monster I’d be,

spanking all rivals

like Keeblers, so wee

sweetly I’d serve up

my crowd pleasing nibbles,

to folks of all kinds,

(and felines—as kibble)

I’d put on the Ritz,

& glitz with no stopping,

with cake as my mix,

I’d  have any topping!

and Jesus, my Cheezits

would make Sunday fair,

with milk, juice, or wine,

they’d trump any prayer,

–like yearning

for turning

the R of my name

from character defect

to fortune and  fame. . .