A Day Of Lament

I messed up my own cookies.
I repeat.
I messed up my own cookies.

I can't believe it.

I was so embarrassed I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.

An epitaph for my cookies:

Oh eggs,
Where were you when my cookies needed you most?
You were lying next to the mixing bowl
Instead of in the batter
Now the cookies are lying
In a dumpster
On Covenanter Lane