O ho! I smell a heavenly smell
lingering in the air.
A smell so sweet, o what a treat
for this young debonair.
The culprit here, were the cookies there,
nestled in the jar.
My greedy fingers did only linger,
till it topled and fell so far.
Shattering, upon the ground
I quickly hid in fright.
This debonair had lost his flair,
for fear of his mothers might.
I left my hiding place to eat
the dinner my mother made.
One look at me and she could see
it was I who disobeyed.
As I would guess dinner I did miss
still I tried to state my case!
Alas it 'twas no use atall
the evidence was upon my face.
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