Mr Marshmallow
Loving his job is the marshmallow man, Mr. Hupp
Warming his body on the edge of the hot cocoa cup
It feels so great when the steam hits my petootsie he said.
Not only that, his wife said from her cup, but your face is red.
Aren’t you melting though? One of the neighbors asked, concerned.
It is a great way to leave this earth, he said, not on a spit being burned.
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