Back when I was little,
Quite a while ago:
I sometimes got upset you see,
Tears would often flow.
My mum had only one little cure,
My sad days, they were few.
She'd sit me down, a glass and plate,
And serve Oreos, just a few!
And each time I dunked them in my milk
I'd feel back to myself.
They were my happiness redemption,
Though not great for my health!
So now when I have an Oreo,
Memories are brought back.
Of my childhood and my youth,
And all the fun we used to have.
by veraΒ©
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