Cookie and the Raspberry Jam By Molly
Hello, it’s Molly Queen of the nap,
Watcher of sunbeams, ruler of lap.
I’ve got a brother, Cookie’s his name,
And when it comes to jam, oh boy what a shame!
One morning our human made toast for a snack,
Spread raspberry jam all gooey and tack.
Cookie came sniffing, his whiskers all twitchy,
One tiny lick then he looked mighty itchy!
He shot me a look like, “Molly, oh no!
What is this horror? Where did it go?”
He ran to the sofa, hid under a throw,
Leaving behind his disgust in full show!
Give him some tuna, he’ll purr like a song,
Offer him ham and he’ll follow along.
But raspberry jam? He won’t touch that scam
I guess in his mind, it’s a sticky old sham!
So next time you’re breakfasting, think of my mate,
Who thinks berry jam is a horrible fate.
I, Queen Molly, declare with a paw slam:
Cookie does NOT do raspberry jam!