Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #409
This Poor S'more
by Belinda Roddie
This poor s'more never stood a chance in Hell
when it came to just not falling apart
or becoming a gooey mess. Pray tell,
what made you believe, with your naive heart,
that the way you built this would really work?
Whole graham crackers are fragile, and the choc'late
just melts away. Maybe I'm just a jerk
for calling you out, but an architect
of campfire treats, you ain't. So while I know
the marshmallow was jumbo sized, at least
stick to the s'more's simple, original
script. I know eating it was quite the beast,
but there's a lot to learn here. Also, why
did you count this as breakfast? I could cry.
by Belinda Roddie
This poor s'more never stood a chance in Hell
when it came to just not falling apart
or becoming a gooey mess. Pray tell,
what made you believe, with your naive heart,
that the way you built this would really work?
Whole graham crackers are fragile, and the choc'late
just melts away. Maybe I'm just a jerk
for calling you out, but an architect
of campfire treats, you ain't. So while I know
the marshmallow was jumbo sized, at least
stick to the s'more's simple, original
script. I know eating it was quite the beast,
but there's a lot to learn here. Also, why
did you count this as breakfast? I could cry.
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