Some days are meant for marshmallows <br />Such light and puffy stuff <br />Time for tossing words about <br />For phenomenal fun with fluff <br />Infinite interludes for introspection <br />Imbue innumerable another day <br />However a taste for marshmallows <br />Suddenly insinuated itself today <br /> <br />No harm ensues from marshmallows <br />(No eye need be put out) <br />As long as one practices prudence <br />While tossing them about <br />As with all sugary self indulgence <br />Some control needs be employed <br />But no call for complete capitulation <br />(Marshmallows won’t be denied) <br /> <br />Like clouds they are in substance <br />(Or at least they so compare) <br />This froth of egg whites and sugar <br />When fully whipped with air <br />Though sticky at inception <br />Once given a chance to chill <br />Then danced through dusting of powder <br />They proceed to a benign thrill <br /> <br />One cannot subsist on marshmallows <br />(I do concede that singularity) <br />And some don’t relish their taste <br />(So I embrace such peculiarity) <br />But allow me this indulgence <br />On this extraordinary day <br />While a penchant for marshmallows <br />Occupies my wordplay<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wordplay-with-marshmallows/
