prancing tears
mixture flavors,
peanut butter laughs
about chocolate people
made from broken and contaminated tools,
never rotten but always left out,
no coconut sunshine
for eyes that seen tha oven too long,
over developed batter
with undeveloped ingredients,
sugar as bitter as dirt
poured in to render tongues and noses,
only macadamian nut and caramel to the delights of others
get tha descanted eyes and glory tips,
no one can handle the real chocolate by themselves,
shortbread with short pride get eaten
only to leave frowns of broken gingerbread men snapped,
no other way to be sweet
but to be dipped in delvugence,
the cookies that are presented with smiles
are tha smiles of glory and chance
with bubbles of mischivence,
but the true smiles of little girls
with the hurt and shame and pain
that get their sweetness takened too early
are where the real chocolate stands,
yet they cant smile,
real girl scouts work with their wilderness,
not smile with the water and sun