Ode To S'Mores Poem by Anna Moriarty Lev

Ode To S'Mores

Rating: 4.8


Oh the chocolatey goodness
dark, sweet, and secretive
melting over the puffy,
gooey, hot hot marshmallow
and closed in by a crunch,
that which holds it all together.
Oh, messy wonderfulness!
Oh, unbound glory!
All over my hands and face
and embracing my toungue
kissing my insides with its oozing deliciousness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lara flower 11 November 2021

Sorry about that comment I just pressed submit without finishing it. Can you make a marshmallow one just marshmallow not s'mores

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Lara flower 11 November 2021

Can you make one that is just marshmallows

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Brian Jani 04 May 2014

I love the concept you used in this poem Anna

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Chuck Audette 19 August 2005

Shoot, now I'm hungry. But please don't think me shallow because I want a marsh-mallow. chuckles

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