Ode to S'mores

     If you know me, you know I’ve recently fallen in love. And his name is S’mores. It wasn’t love at first sight, but rather a slow burn. I really slept on S’more my whole childhood, but now I’m hooked, and I can’t get enough. 
     It all happened last summer. I said to myself, “Self, we have to do something to make summer nights special, otherwise it’s just another night.” (I re-wrote that sentence 1,000 times, and every time I sound like a 1950s housewife.) After deciding that a “summery” cocktail every night would be absurd (but would it?), I landed on S’mores. Something changed in me that first night I made them. I became a believer. 
     When summer ended, I cooled off on the S’mores. But when we were ordered to stay at home, and the world seemed to be ending, I decided to treat myself again. My first panic buy was a supply of S’mores ingredients. I absolutely have my priorities straight. 
     Anyway, I wrote this for you, S’mores. I love you.

I do, Ham, I do!

O S’mores!
Ooey gooey treat,
you knock me off my feet.
Melted chocolate, toasted mallow,
can’t wait til tomorrow.
Need one now, need it quick,
someone get me to a fire pit.

i learned from Ham
that first, you take the gram.
Time to be a stacker
Chocolate tops the cracker,
what comes next,
isn’t just for effect,
When the mallow’s on fire,
Ecstasy will transpire,
For now it’s time to eat,
your tasty little treat.

O S’mores!
Are you a dessert or a sandwich?
I demand to know which.
Desserts make you wait,
they’re last on your plate. 
So if you don’t mind,
I think it’s lunch time.