S’MORES
(Click on his name to see his blog.)
The campfire burns. It’s 9:08.
I feel so good cuz I just ate
Two graham crackers, and chocolate, too,
With marshmallow turned to warm, white goo.
A treat indeed, a dripping mess.
A touch of melty joy -- oh yes!
It’s bedtime soon, but I’m not done.
I simply cannot stop at one.
Because, you see, it takes three s’mores
To make a night of happy s’nores.
2 comments:
Nana,
You should click on the poets name and checkout his blog. His "Fib" poetry is interesting.
I agree you should check out his poetry :-)
Thanks for the link!
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