concoct tasty meals
and smile at young gents,
as they melt over
my snickerdoodle heart
before taking a knee
with a simple ring
and promising
forever and a farm.
Then I say, "no thanks,"
and hand over the cookies.
Forever's a given,
the farm ain't important,
and what sort of good comes
of promises from cookies?
(fine)
I know, not my poetry blog and not my best piece, either.
But you get the point, right?
And guess what?
I got the job!
I'm an instructor at APA!!
I'm so flippin excited, I can't even tell you.
loves&hugs,
alyssakaylee
cute poem! Congrats on getting the instructors position! Awesome!
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