Monday, April 07, 2008

S'mores -- a camping poem/a s'mores poem

S’MORES
By
Gregory K.

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.


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3 comments:

debmarshall said...

Excellent! Just back from a camping weekend...can you BELIEVE, we didn't have s'mores?!? That will not happen again. Thanks for the reminder and the tasty poem...

Deb

Disco Mermaids said...

Melty joys.

That's my official new name for s'mores. "I think I'm gonna make some M.J.s now!"

- Jay

france camping said...

Camping and smores is like peanut butter with jelly. Its like the creme filling in a donut. It simply just has to go together.. But Melty Joys are just perfectly named!

-Kelly