Half-Baked

Are these cookies half-baked or is it my plans

The recipe is blurry as my friends make demands

The mixer is whirring and shooting thick dust

The air is dehydrating my eyes and my lungs

Happy, happy times, in carefree style

Music is blasting and are the smiles

I’m reheating the oven to bring on the fire

The beating of ingredients to truly inspire

This muck is the dough, the first of the batch

If only I’d known that this was the catch

To slave in the kitchen, while my guests have fun

I really can’t wait till these cookies are done

If my eyes were to water, then vision would clear

My hacking while racking the cookies of fear

Was it tablespoon or teaspoon? I just couldn’t see

Got to itch my face, lost my place…475* or 420*?

It’s ok, I’ll just roll with the punches

I’ve always been cool when it comes to these hunches

Mix and match, mix it well, might be cake for all I can tell

You know, it ‘s the thought that counts, if I mean well

It’s only been 10 minutes out of 16,

These look a bit darker than the pic that I’d seen

By the look on faces, there are traces

Of the smoke that I can smell

What’s the harm of three-alarm

At the ringing of my doorbell

Can someone get the door

While I’m saving from the oven

These aren’t exactly smores

The box said you would love them

Ok, ok, I know it’s not pretty

So here they are, a party star

But, they chew a little gritty

Let me recommend to you my friend

Because I am so honest

If you have loose teeth, no need

To see an orthodontist