S'Mores Please

S’mores please
The sloppier the better
Not in the microwave!
Over an open campfire

With the marshmallow black on one side
That’s the crunchy part we do not get from microwaves
And while we are sitting here telling all of our secrets
Throw me two graham crackers and a Hershey bar

Nothing like the taste of a s’mores
on an October day in the dark, surrounded by friends
Who are telling stories they never shared with anyone before tonight
I imagine the white zinfandel has something to do with this too
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Koplin Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 10:50 PM
I love it. It makes me think of summer at the lake. We make s'mores around the campfire as well. We still have a ways to go. It was 30 below zero just last week here. Thank you for sharing such a warm and fun poem.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 10:16 PM
S’weeet! ;)
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