If I had a Marshmallow Shooter
If I had a marshmallow shooter, I would pelt my friend
Her craving for marshmallows would come to an end.
These soft squishy sticky sweets would be all over her lawn
And stuck to every sweater and dress she tried on
I would make sure there were marshmallows in her hair.
She would have to take them with her everywhere.
I would give her minis, and the colored ones too.
By the end of the day, she would despise this goo.
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