Ode To S'Mores

Poem By Anna Moriarty Lev

Oh the chocolatey goodness
dark, sweet, and secretive
melting over the puffy,
gooey, hot hot marshmallow
and closed in by a crunch,
that which holds it all together.
Oh, messy wonderfulness!
Oh, unbound glory!
All over my hands and face
and embracing my toungue
kissing my insides with its oozing deliciousness.

Comments about Ode To S'Mores

I love the concept you used in this poem Anna
Shoot, now I'm hungry. But please don't think me shallow because I want a marsh-mallow. chuckles

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