birthday poem

Hugh McCrae is (was) an Australian writer I hadn't hear of until now. Sorry, Hugh. And Happy Birthday!

Following the Trail of Crumbs

Finding a recently emptied cookie jar

I didn't wander all too far

and discovered

Beth.

She was all of five months past three

and had a face covered with chocolate and glee.

But when I inquired

about what transpired

She looked on me with sadder eyes than Death,

And answered,

"Yeth,

I confeth."

pee-eth: gueth the source in the comments