Cookies and Balloons

To kookie and her love for balloons=P
Written under the influence of alcohol.

An empty cookie jar, left with nothing but crumbs,
Set beside thou window, facing the tranquil farm,
Alone amidst the sweet and wholesome hour,
Allured by the lively herbs and flowers from afar.

Then, just as the jar reckon thy vanishing array,
Mum placed freshly baked cookies from a tray,
With a dozen cookies with peanuts and raisins,
The jar is filled, alas, thy wondrous purpose begins.

One palatable cookie inside the jar then mumbles,
‘Why does thy life be spent imprisoned, left crumbled?
Why does demise become thy end in humane craving?
Thy existence is but to be accomplished by dying!’

‘…the world is unfair, for how it has created thee,
With fragile physique, crazed crust, without beauty.
Unlike a balloon, flying freely above for all to see,
So intact, bold and firm, fascinates everybody!

The jar sympathized with thy poor fellow’s grief,
But gains momentum with a phrase he’s to give,
His rich voice started to cause the latter’s dismay,
He hoped to utter words that would end the cookie gay.

‘Dump thou thoughts of vulnerability, my dear.
For thou purpose exceeds what wondrous balloons offer.
Balloons may give pleasure in thy master’s eyes,
But never can thy give him joy free of hunger and sigh.

‘Thou life may hath given, but for a cause so noble,
To satisfy thy human’s appetite is far more unbelievable.
To gaze at balloons soar does nothing to a summer of dreary
But to fill their stomachs surely would make them merry!’