. Cookies I bought a bag of cookies for a snack, But they were way too sweet… I took them back. I tried each one to make sure this was true. I really didn’t know what else to do. The woman in the store was not too kind. She told me that I must have lost my mind. She said, “You can’t return them when they’re bitten”. I said, “I don’t believe those rules were written”. I asked to see the manager at once, Hoping for a generous response. The cashier strode away and gave a “Huff!” As if to say she’d really had enough. The manager approached and shook my hand. I felt for sure that he would understand. I told him that his baker was a rookie, That there was too much sugar in the cookie. The manager just smiled and said okay, And gave me back my money right away. There’s still the problem when I need a treat, Of…why do cookies have to be so sweet? . . Sweet I like a bit of dessert now and then, The cravings seem to hit now and again. So right off to the bakery I trot, To stuff my face with something I should not. But as the years go by it seems to me, The quantities of sugar guarantee, That I’ll get hooked by sugar to the brain, Cause sugar’s as addictive as cocaine. They know we can’t resist although we try. Those cravings may persist until we die. We know that we can only blame ourselves, If only we could shun the sugar-shelves. While year-by-year in various disguises … The sugar content in the goodies rises! . . Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets.