Cookie Girl's Sweet Flame

She walks through the door with a box in her arms. They slide down

the pole and sound the alarm. She gets dolled up with her long flowing hair.

She brings a pen. She comes prepared. She's hoping for a number,

but not just anyone. She's wishing for that special flame to laugh with

and have some fun. Maybe out for dinner or a holly, jolly party,

but one thing's for sure, he better be a hottie. They hear her laugh

they know she's near. The scent of cookies fills the air.

She knows their shifts, she knows their ways. Never misses a