Cookie Jar
By Maddie H
Published 20 September 2019
Hands all over me
Like I have been eaten and put back
Pulling every part of my body like my nice and tasty choc chips
The lovely taste of the coconut around their mouths
Lid banging and crashing on and off
They think I am not real
But I am
Always expecting to get hurt when they’re close by
Always eating
When will they stop
Never have time to rest
Always don’t get time to shine
When will they notice me
When will I ever take a nice and relaxing break
I could go to New York City
For a month or two
And then come back with gifts for you
And I’ll be your servant again and again
And make sure that I don’t complain