Smores House
If I had a marshmallow house
I would cover her in chocolate
and glue on tasty crunchy graham crackers
I would name her the S’more House.
She would be all smug and happy.
Glad she is delicious and pretty.
I would build her a fire
And she would get sticky and gooey.
I would begin to eat her shingles
And I would not stop or pause
until I had devoured her windows and doors.
her chimney, and every last drop of warm gooey marshmallow.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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