Cookies

Cookies rock,
and so do I,
now I think I'll go eat a pie,
yay!

Cookies are tan,
their soft like a marsh mellow,
but I hope they never turn into jello,
it's hot in my room,
so I'll turn on a fan,
ugh, now my mom's in here with a broom.

Cookies mean several different things to me,
and to you,
I flee away with a cookie every day,
you'd like to know how?
go eat your own cow!
blue,
color,
mother,
brothers hate me and my cookie,
random!