Rainbow cookies, short and sweet,
Rainbow cookies, square and neat,
Rainbow cookies, from New York streets,
Rainbow cookies, so good to eat.
Rainbow cookies, an Italian flag,
an homage to the boot, without the jet lag,
red, white, and green, to my friends I’ll brag,
of your deliciousness and taste, I’ll stuff my mouth till I gag.
Rainbow cookies, a name somewhat fake,
you’re not really a cookie, you’re more like a cake,
So fucking good you taste, for heaven’s sake,
I eat till my stomach aches.
Rainbow cookies, Mariia denies you’re legit
Joseph doesn’t care much, and even Olha a bit.
And somehow even Lida, is afraid to admit,
but they’re all just jealous, that they taste like shit.
Rainbow cookies, don’t mind their ignorant botch,
If it offends you I’ll be happy, to kick them in their crotch,
You’re so damn delicious, with milk, juice, even scotch,
as a meal or a snack, holy shit! kurwa mac!
Rainbow cookies, Mariia made me write this ode,
but I would have done it anyway, without her and Lida the toad,
they are just bitter to you, because they weren’t bestowed,
with taste and deliciousness, even better a la mode.
Mariia and Lida might be, undeniably adorable,
but they’re attitudes toward you, are simply deplorable.
They’re small and cute, but you’re small and portable,
They don’t understand, how you’re good and they’re horrible.
Rainbow cookies, so delightful and yummy,
Lida and Mariia, delightful, but dummies,
Rainbow cookies, so good in my tummy,
you make me want to, go hug my mummy.
Dedicated to Mariia and Lidiia, my two Ukrainians living in Warsaw. They hate rainbow cookies.