Snicks

We made the cookies early Saturday.
Participants were two years old and six.
They measured solids carefully the way
we read, while I creamed sugar with the sticks
of butter, to the texture of wet clay.
Our bowl soon held a yummy perfect mix
we rolled in balls they rolled in brown and white.
And then we baked, and ate, to their delight.

(Ottava Rima)

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