POEM — In shadows deep, a whisper of sin, A stolen sweetness, a tale begins. A cookie p

Original: I once stole a cookie from the jar when nobody was looking

Transformed: In shadows deep, a whisper of sin,
A stolen sweetness, a tale begins.
A cookie plucked from its sugared lair,
In the silent night, a thief's affair.

No eyes to witness, no souls to see,
The darkness cloaks this mystery.
A fleeting moment of forbidden delight,
A secret act in the shroud of night.

But in the heart, a shadow cast,
A stolen bite that cannot last.
For in the dark, where secrets lie,
Guilt whispers softly, a haunting sigh.

So beware the cookie in the jar,
For stolen pleasures leave a scar.
In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
A stolen cookie, a secret to keep.