COOKIE CRUMBS
Come, listen while a rather funny tale I’ll tell,
Sit comfortably for it may take quite a spell,
A dear friend told us this very unusual tale,
When we heard it with peels of laughter did wail.

Are you sitting comfortable, then I will now begin,
If I don’t start, to loud peels of laughing do give in.
A tale of a man and wife with years of married bliss,
A happenstance of nibbling in bed, cookies, what a mess.

The husband did not mind this habit to much at one time
Although the cookies crumbs stuck to him, made him whine,
Especially when he sweat in the night and stuck to his skin,
She never put on any weight, stayed all skinny and thin.

One night she did not want to nibble cookies at night to dine,
She peeped into the refrigerator at about One thirty nine,
Saw a Hersheys chocolate bar, that would be good for tonight,
Had a couple of nibbles, fell asleep not turning out the light.

The chocolate bar, snugly warm under the bed covers, went soft,
Shortly the scream from her husband went right through the loft.
“My dear, wake up, look what I have done, I made a mess in bed,
I haven’t pooped myself since I was a kid”. He hysterically said.

Oh, dear his wife thought, it is my chocolate bar, what shall I do,
If I tell him the truth he kill me before the night is all through,
But I can’t let him think he has messed himself that would be cruel,
“I ate a chocolate bar in bed,” she said,”I’m sorry, I’m such a fool.

He nearly blew a gasket when those confessing words came out,
He went very red where the chocolate was not all caked about,
But he looked so funny standing there that she had to laugh
And quickly through bedclothes in the washer and ran a bath.

I think this incident may cure this night cookie nibbling wife,
How could an innocent little chocolate bar cause so much strive?
I am sure if that had happened to me, I’d not eat in bed ever again,
How sad, yet funny, to cause her husband so much heartache and pain.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 23, 2002