I get my cookies from the jar
Tomato ones, I know so far.
They taste of fighting in the bar
And make my teeth all ache.
By spotify I know full well,
that music never gonna smell,
but it floats out like burning hell
And I prefer to bake.
Eight acorns, followed by chestnuts,
lay on the table by the skies
like managers without the ties
And autumn time awakes.
27.08.2023