Sophie P.

            I Am a Cookie

I am a cookie.

I wonder why people like to eat us.

I hear people going Crunch, Crunch,Crunch!

I see my friends disappear slowly.

I want to be with my friends.

I am going to get eaten one day.

I pretend I am so tasty.

I feel left out.

I touch nothing but glass.

I understand that I taste bad.

I say please eat me.

I dream cookies will be friends with humans.