They call him the Cookie Monster.
Om nom nom nom
And the biscuits gone.
Striking while the oven’s hot
He can scoff the lot
They call him the Cookie Monster.
Om nom nom nom
And the biscuits gone
He finds victory sweet
To have your cake and eat
The food supply tumbles
The hungry stomach rumbles
They call him the Cookie Monster
Om nom nom nom
And the biscuits gone
He’s in a world of plenty
Before the tin is empty.
But His mind denies
He is using up supplies
They call him the Cookie Monster
Om nom nom nom
And the biscuits gone
A shame less greed
Cares not for need
More than a hunch
He has eaten Africa’s Lunch
They call him the Cookie Monster
Om nom nom nom
And the biscuits gone
Make him stop
Or the starving drop
The Legend That is Richard Stephenson. He runs the Dreading slam open mic poetry competition at 7.30pm on the first Sunday of each Month in the Rising Sun Art Centre, Reading
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