“Twas the night before

the Conlin Cookie Bash

Chris was stirring and stirring

when she heard “such a crash!”

She heard from the oven –

there was such a fuss

The gingerbread boys, oh yes!

they started to cuss !!!!!!!!!

She dropped her spoon

and yanked open the door

the gingerbread boys marched out

to settle the score.

“We are certainly NOT

anatomically-correct in “places”,

for Godsakes’ Mrs. Conlin,

where are our faces?”

From the stove-top

bubbled from another pan

was the beginnings of

another kind of gingerbread man !

Conlin Culinary Confection

goo so runny & sweet

to be formed into gingerbread boys

as candy to eat. 

As they lay in their molds
and hardened into shape

their unusual color

they couldn’t escape !

They scolded and fussed

and were filled with utmost fright,

Good ‘ole Mrs. Conlin

had made them solid white!

The indignation was a-roar

as the gingerbread boys’ revolted

from the countertops and cookie molds

they rallied, cheered and bolted !

“Wait,” cried the Leader of

the Gingerbread Boy Brigade -

We wouldn’t even have a cause

if Mrs. Conlin had not made …

Us without our faces,

with no noses, mouth and eyes –

and you Dudes without your color

would be no “Sweet Good-byes!”

So let’s just thank our lucky stars

Mrs. Conlin honored us for decades

These cookie exchanges shall be no more-

We hope our memory never fades !”

Love, Generations of Gingerbread Boys

 

(by Amy Allison, her Daughter 12-15-08)

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