Childhood Weakness.

There it sat and stared Full of deliciousness Up high on that shelf, On my very tippy-toes Balancing on a chair Almost, Almost, Bang! It crashed to the floor The goodies sprawled everywhere, I ate them quickly Leaving all but one, "What's this?!" She yelled, wiping crumbs off my lips I shrugged my shoulders, I reached for a crayon And some colored paper, I wrote, --Need cookies Mommy.--