Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Boy With His Hand In The Cookie Jar






The boy with his hand in the cookie jar
Whom I stumbled upon,
His grip about the cookie tightened,
His smile turned chagrin,
His eyes diverted swiftly,
He loudly exclaimed,
"No, it wasn't me!",
Flinging his hands in disbelief,
As the cookie shattered into a billion bits.
I stared at the broken cookie,
An irreversible feat.
Like the shredded paper, the broken pencil,
Of those he had fervently denied.
I nodded at him,
and chose to believe 
The boy with his hand in the cookie jar.

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