The Cookie Thief
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, With several
long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the
airport shops. Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to
drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, That the
man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. Grabbed a
cookie or two from the bag in between, Which she tried to
ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, As the
gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting
more irritated as the minutes ticked by, Thinking, "If I
wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye." With each cookie
she took, he took one too, When only one was left, she
wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a
nervous laugh, He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, She snatched it
from him and thought... oooh, brother. This guy has some
nerve and he's also rude, Why he didn't even show any
gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled, And sighed
with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, Refusing
to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane,
and sank in her seat, Then she sought her book, which was
almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped
with surprise, There was her bag of cookies, in front of her
eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, The others were
his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she
realized with grief, That she was the rude one, the ingrate,
the thief.
Send by Tim Cove
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