Melted Greeting Card

Minuscule marshmallows in weak cocoa there is no taste in the heat of the South; It should always burn the top of the mouth and be soothed inhaling a ball of snow; Those worn out carolers will need a jolt so the hot air doesn’t cause them to faint; Narcoleptic has become a poor trait, out of tune voices outside the deadbolt; Pushing against heat exhaustion is hard; Asleep on your feet is not a new kink, always they’re begrudging any such drink; Left sweating like a melted greeting card.