There once was a delightful and tasty sugar cookie who got caught up
in a vile and crooked manipulation,
one that was bred from hatred around
and that chewed her to shreds in front of an entire recipe nation.

The red food coloring thieves created some story to justify their greed,
so they could continue to make life come at the wrong cookie’s expense,
but the cookie wasn’t the one who did the wrong they claimed,
their story is backward and inside out and it doesn’t make sense.

When sugar cookie had had enough red food color abuse she decided to walk away,
but from the cookie jar the red food coloring thieves continued to take,
so sugar cookie decided to hold them accountable
and let them pay for what was from the beginning their own mistake.

So now red food coloring won’t get put in the cupboards,
which was where it was trying to be,
cookie’s gonna open the lid on the cookie jar
and then all the little sugar cookies will finally be free.

There won’t be any need for red food coloring,
nor blue, nor green nor orange or yellow in the batter,
you see, that cookie was very smart because she knew something they didn’t,
and her knowledge of the story’s truth is why that cookie mattered.

And the red food coloring will be banned from the kitchen,
it burned too many good cookies yesterday,
it picked on the wrong sugar cookie,
the food coloring will be banned and sent away.

The swing arm on the mixer will be repaired,
so that the dough ball starts spinning back in the right direction,
the truly damaged sugar cookie will set things straight,
who knew something so wonderful could come from such a small confection!

So right now the sugar cookie waits very quietly,
as the red food coloring thieves continue with their passive-aggressive attack,
justice will come with a royal icing but not for the sugar cookie as they plan,
for when you mix the colors together in the cupboards all those colors become an unsightly shade of black.

So the dark spider with the ants in the kitchen corner better beware,
the food coloring thieves lurking in the shadows will be removed from his lair,
and then the little cookies will be free for that is sugar cookie’s view of democracy,
and the delicate little confections will no longer be in despair.

Stephanie K. Dow


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Retreived from: