How to Write Oreo Cookie Monster Poems
by Bruce Lansky
The Adventures of the Oreo Cookie Monster Poem

“The Adventures of the Oreo Cookie Monster” poem can go on and on and on and on (like this sentence)…but the poem is a lot more fun to write than an endless list of “on and ons.” It’s about a kid, like you and your buddies, who likes Oreo cookies so much that he (or she) can’t stop sneaking them out of the cookie jar, stuffing them into his mouth, hiding them from his friends, leaving a trail of crumbs wherever he goes, and so forth (which means more of the same kind of thing).


The rhythm for this poem comes from the famous song, “On Top of Spaghetti,” which goes like this:

On top of spaghetti,

all covered with cheese.

I lost my poor meatball,

when somebody sneezed.


Technically, this song would rhyme a lot better if there weren’t an “ed” on the end of sneezed (so an alternate ending would be “when I heard you sneeze”). But before we start writing, I invite you to check out the rhythm and rhyme pattern. Although there are six syllables in the first and third lines and five syllables in the second and fourth lines, if you clap as you sing, you’ll discover that there are two beats in each line and an ABCB rhyme pattern (the last word in the fourth line rhymes with the last word in the second line).


Now that you have a tune to hum that gives you an easy rhythm and rhyme pattern, start making a list of what might happen to the hero of this story who loves Oreos:


  • He snacks on Oreos when he hears the lunch bell.
  • He eats Oreos for lunch (maybe he trades the apple and the turkey sandwich his mom put in his lunch box for Oreos).
  • Then he eats some more Oreos when he goes back to his classroom.


Here’s part of the poem that goes with this storyline as written by me and Ms. Osterland’s and Mrs. Cavanaugh’s 4th grade classes at Ashley Elementary in New Baltimore, Michigan:


Oreo cookies,

I love them so well.

I eat three or four when

I hear the lunch bell.


And then in the lunchroom,

I eat twenty more.

I’m feeling so heavy,

I crash through the floor.

Then back in the classroom,

my teacher says, “Please,

can I have a cookie?

Or I’ll give you ‘D’s.”

I give her a cookie,

my very last one.

The teacher is happy,

‘cause I am her son.

You can start here and keep writing, or start all over again. Maybe before getting on the school bus, our hero raids Mom’s cookie jar. He gets on the school bus and all his friends are begging him for cookies. Would you share your Oreos with the kids on the bus? Neither would he. Take it from there.



© 2009 Bruce Lansky. Text reprinted by permission of the author. Permission is given for individual school classes to use this lesson and to make as many copies of the lesson as are needed for the students’ use. All other reproduction is prohibited under penalty of law. For use outside individual classes, please contact All rights reserved.


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