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- "My Marshmallow"
My marshmallow is burning, burning turning black.
My marshmallow is crispy, crispy, crispy.
My marshmallow is crispy, and there's no turning back.
My marshmallow is eaten, eaten, eaten.
My marshmallow is eaten, and yes it taste like crap.
My marshmallow is nasty, nasty, nasty.
My marshmallow is nasty, but more are in the pack.
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on Dec 4, 2008, 3:52 am
Can't stand the seet little black things, great poem though. M
Hyla on Dec 1, 2008, 11:52 am
This makes me want to get together with all of you and roast marshmallows! But it isn't just the mm, it's the wonderful fire you sit around too. This is a fun poem on a difficult topic. Nicely done! Just how we like our marshmallows. :)
reeshleesh on Dec 1, 2008, 12:49 am
Haha. I have smores where I work. I bet that is what the little kids say to each other when they eat them.
Donna Marino on Nov 28, 2008, 6:45 pm
giggles...The very next time I roast marshmallows I am going to have your words on the brain! lol
J.C. Woolley on Nov 25, 2008, 1:44 pm
iagree with mandartin....i cant resist to let them burm...lol...
ManDartin on Nov 24, 2008, 7:42 pm
It's may taste better not to but letting the little suckers burn is just too tempting. :-P
golden on Nov 24, 2008, 5:11 pm
Made me laugh and brought back memories. In fact, I think I'll nip down the supermarket now. Ever thought of a job in advertising? Seriously, I loved it, Gone
Crispy on Nov 24, 2008, 9:01 am
lol!
Steff298 on Nov 24, 2008, 7:23 am
Great! Made me giggle.
Gone Johnson on Nov 23, 2008, 4:15 pm
but there's more in the pack!!!!
jayfred on Nov 23, 2008, 1:28 pm
Cracked me up =) I hate when I leave it over the fire for just that extra second and *poof* charcoal.
Gone Johnson on Nov 23, 2008, 3:09 am
my topic was simply marshmallow.....nothing else...just the word marshmallow.....yeah...i know.