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