Pennies - Poem
S’Mores—a Camping Poem
The campfire burns. It’s
I feel so good cuz I just ate
Two graham crackers,
With marshmallow turned to warm, white goo.
A treat indeed, a dripping mess.
A touch of melty joy -- oh yes!
Its 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.
~Gregory K. ~
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