Marshmallow Clouds

Simple pleasures…
Nibbling upon the marshmallow clouds
floating in my cup of hot chocolate
oozy gooey on my lips upon a cold winter
night' as I curl up on my soft green
sofa sipping marshmallow clouds
carefully not to burn my lips, for
the hotness so close to the edge
its temptation and coordination
leaving a child like grin on my
face: look a mustache that's eatable

By Judy Barnes-Snyder
Published: 12/3/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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