Fruit of the Gods

Fruit of the Gods
Love Sonnet to S'mores

Sitting around a campfire at the beach
Mom kept the Hershey Bars just out of reach -
they were for making S'mores, much later on,
long after our crispy hot dogs were gone.

At last Mom would break out the marshmallows
and we were all very happy fellows!
(Actually we were two girls, one guy,
but I needed to rhyme, you can see why).

Then we put the marshmallow on a stick,
thrust it into the fire, it burned real quick!
Then jammed into a waiting Graham Cracker
with half a Hershey - a real Lip Smacker!

Oh flaming, chocolate, gooey delight -
the memory of you still burns very bright!

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Prompt: Comfort foods of childhood. Any form, no more that 15 lines!

It's supposed to be BAD!