“Marshmallows and back flips butbu really hate coffee”

Marshmallows bounce in my open hand,  
Pillows of sweetness, cloud-like and grand.  
Back flips I try on the soft summer grass:  
Whirling in daylight, I hope I don’t crash!  

A campfire hums as dusk starts to fall,  
Marshmallows pirouette, stuck on their wands—  
Gold-dusted halos, the stars seem to call,  
Sweetness erupts as the chocolate responds.  

My shoes swing high as I twist in the air,  
Back flips are dizzying, laughter set free—  
Each loop and tumble whips wind through my hair,  
Acrobats rising in childhood’s marquee.  

But, oh! Keep your coffee far, far away—  
Bitter black river I never could bear!  
Give me a mug of cocoa, I pray,  
With marshmallows bobbing and cream everywhere.  

So let other grown-ups sip beans in the morn,  
While I build forts and leap, joyful and light!  
With marshmallows melting, my back flips reborn,  
No cup o’ Joe needed to warm up my night.

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