Cookie Porn

Flavors danced together in delicious revelry—
Peanut butter tangoed as
chocolate chip cha-cha’d.
Virgins snicker doodled
at the salsa in the corner while
the Double chocolate chunk Twins
propositioned shy Sugar:
Are you…down with the swirl?
Oreos overheard,
took offense,
and stuck together for the rest of the evening.
Molasses, suffering from agoraphobia,
moved notoriously slowly
nearly missing out, until…
the night grew sticky
as temperatures rose.
The last to arrive, Ginger snaps and thought…
I’m feeling lucky.

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This'd be one from Curtis Meyer's main squeeze and the grand champeen of the first Saturday's Fringe Poetry Smackdown, Ms. Kendra Corrie. Good luck with all them fancy-pants writer ambitions, Kendra! You wrote a poem called Cookie Porn, and now everybody knows it.

I'm not sure what her custom words were for this one, but does it matter? It's called Cookie Porn.