Today I Find my Ancestral cookie!!!
Oh ancestral cookie spirit
You are right to forsake my wrist
I did forget the legacy of our traditonal writs
No longer I can hear notes strung by the old guitarist
Our cookie round with craters
a remaining crunchy heaven for tasters
an ancient art perfected by only some workers
passed along generations, she the wealth, of my ancestors
salads and barbecues still loose charm
by the cookie made from my ancestor’s arm
but me a fool, has put our old cookie heritage at harm
lost those sweet crunchy heartfelt notes in rush of the frozen farm
but today I unleash my husky and the cat,
the floor is sniffed where the cookie last sat
My hamster is crumb mining around the bed mat
while my parrot scrounges above at the roof hat
Is losing our ancestral cookie my destiny
they say devils in basement are always hungry
221B has also sent their sorry for this divine mystery
As I exhaust my wits and sources to cure this hovering evil melody
Have I lost myself
does no longer runs in me the old elf
I dive in the remnant fragrances of the cookie herself
As Eureka eureka goes my parrot circling above the shelf
Lie bags of dough and nuts, oven and a recipe book in front of my hut
bake get up from your butt, the cookie spirit leaves her remaining wealth voices my guts!!!
Kartikey Grover
Inspired by the thousands of crunchy notes in my ancestral cookie!!!
