Schaumgummi
Wier ist schaumgummi
Ich liebe schaumgummi
Ich habe schaumgummi
I like marshmellow, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wier i- oh oh
Du be pach schaumgummi
Ziege zoila schaumgummi
Du hast schaumgummi
I like marshmellow, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ich bin ein naufenziega
Thats marshmallow to you
You are a marshmallow
Tina turner marshmallow
John wayne marshmallow
Darth vader marshmallow, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
We dance schaumgummi, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Schaumgummi marshmallow marshmallow schaumgummi
song performed by by Moby
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A Spiders Web
Ode to marshmallow
so sticky and sweet
Its beauty quite hidden
For normal eyes to see
Warm over the fire
Soft to touch
Stuck between
My five fingers
Spread them apart
A spider's web
Different and unique
each time
So may I
with my little eye
See the beauty
hidden beneath
Natures secret
So special and short
Ode, to marshmallow
poem by Violet Montario
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Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
quote by Tommy Cooper
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Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.
quote by Tommy Cooper
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I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.
quote by Sandra Bullock
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It's Too Late To Drive Into Town....
for that giant chocolate covered marshmallow bunny/pumpkin/
seahorse/racehorse/polar bear/hippopotamus/brontosaurus..............
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Left Open-Mouthed
My tender age prompted her to take full control,
To instruct in the art of kissing was her goal,
The ensuing oral onslaught took it's toll, for
Like a marshmallow, I was almost swallowed whole.
poem by Greg Costello
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Remembering Your Friend
You still keep the yellow crumpled paper
With a note “I love you too”
She calls you
To see her tonight she promises you a kiss in the campus dance
For this valentine’s celebration
the music is so mellow you feel like a marshmallow
then she finally kisses you
your best friend winks and kisses her girlfriend too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Lot Of Folk
(diane berglund/jim phillips)
Just a lot of folk
Sittin' 'round the fire warming
Singing all the songs
Memory won't deny
Just a lot of fools
Sittin' 'round the fire fooling
Blow the marshmallow out
And dream a dream gone by
Oh the magic
Of an endless spell
Cosmic wonder
Mystery won't tell
Sailing in our circles
Waiting on the light
Trying to remember
In a dream that lasts forever
Just a lot of souls
Turning in a circle warming
Touching all the flames that reach
So deep within our eyes
Just a little light
Not enough for seeing
Just enough to make us seem
Important in the night
Oh the magic
Of an endless spell
Cosmic wonder
Mystery won't tell
Sailing in our circles
Waiting on the light
Trying to remember
In a dream that lasts forever
Just a lot of folk
Sittin' 'round the fire warming
Singing all the songs
Memory won't deny
Just a lot of fools
Sittin' round the fire fooling
Blow the marshmallow out
And dream a dream gone by
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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What I Feel Today
what i feel today is this
i am scooping some ice cream for you
five scoops of vanilla flavored
ice cream with marshmallow toppings
i hand them to you
with a very sweet smile
and you start licking and munching
marshmallows
inside my mind
is this pain inside my heart
is my aching tooth
but i am not telling you
or anybody
i am a very considerate man
trying always to please you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Lot Of Folk (The Marshmallow Song)
(diane berglundjim phillips)
Just a lot of folk
Sittin round the fire warming
Singing all the songs
Memory wont deny
Just a lot of fools
Sittin round the fire fooling
Blow the marshmallow out
And dream a dream gone by
Oh the magic
Of an endless spell
Cosmic wonder
Mystery wont tell
Sailing in our circles
Waiting on the light
Trying to remember
In a dream that lasts forever
Just a lot of souls
Turning in a circle warming
Touching all the flames that reach
So deep within our eyes
Just a little light
Not enough for seeing
Just enough to make us seem
Important in the night
Oh the magic
Of an endless spell
Cosmic wonder
Mystery wont tell
Sailing in our circles
Waiting on the light
Trying to remember
In a dream that lasts forever
Just a lot of folk
Sittin round the fire warming
Singing all the songs
Memory wont deny
Just a lot of fools
Sittin round the fire fooling
Blow the marshmallow out
And dream a dream gone by
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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A child's world
Would you like to go a trip with me?
To a Wonderful Joy Land
Where Smiles and Laughter fill the air
Come let me take your hand
There'll be sugar coated Mountains
River of Lemonade
Clouds of Cotton Candy
Lollipops Trees for shade
Chocolate covered side Walls
Marshmallow Lanes
With lovely lighted Lamp Posts
Made of Candy Cans
poem by Pratiksha Jain
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See The Snake In Her Eyes
Look into the wind, your empty thoughts wrapped up and thrown out in the bin, the igloo was cold, you should have been told, life can be good if you don't have no soul. The pictures that fall from your marshmallow walls, keep reminding me of times, out on the street, no skin on my feet, the blood opens up from hands and thighs, and yet I remember, yet I remember.
See the snake in her eye’s.
The dentist he smiles with a toothless reply, neon lights like a hawk, they gazed down, sodden, brazen only to frown. I'm fumbling around, lost and stupid around on the ground. I've come to the end, the sound of waves crashing a remarkable friend. But long distant pier, and some more frothy beer, curled up in comfort before she dies, and yet I remember, yet I remember.
See the snake in her eye’s.
The world, she's looking in, but I have to remember, she's just made of tin, she smiles as she crawls, up and down my marshmallow walls, sucking the sweet, caressing my feet, but they have no skin, extra blood is an added treat. Sense the tingle, even the needle. She sends me high, yet I remember, yet I remember.
See the snake in her eye’s.
So now, I cried by the walls, of Jerusalem walls, wish to climb and linger and I long to fall. I talk to the tree’s, for they talk to me, just make a nonsense of it all. I dance with the crows, for they are so bold, so black and so very old. Temptation calls, they point to a cross that makes me look so small and dross, I find my own nails, dipped them in such a holy Grail, the Grail has no time and throws me back to rhyme and rhyme. So I must seek the way back to the street, where my love I trusted to blue skies, yet I remember, must always remember.
See the snake in her eye’s.
poem by Fergus Michael Condron
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Color
Children don't see color in a human face.
All that they see is the human race.
Little child of brown
come let's swing around.
Little child of black
let's play piggy-back.
Little child of white
let's go fly a kite.
Little child of yellow
come share my marshmallow.
When you get all grown up,
I hope that you won; t change.
Can you remember all the fun
when our faces were not strange?
Innocence is fleeting.
All too soon it's lost.
Now we notice colors
and look what it has cost.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Mood Swings
She was smitten from the first
By a curious fellow
She said I love the way you talk
And with a a flounce she announces
I love the way that you pronounce it: marshmallow
So she liked to sing along
To her favourite song
From the year that she was born
She had mysterious affairs [? ]
And promptly work out what her age is [? ]
Chorus:
So speak to me
Just like you should
And then you can say those wicked things
And if you want
Well make it good
Before my mood swings
Well he looked like one of those
Who would take off his clothes
Like he would peel a tangerine
Dont ****** know what truly blind is [? ]
Once you have found out what your sign is
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Pen And Ink
If all the world were pen and ink
And all the folk were sorrow,
If all the trees were burly breeze
And Wednesdays, come tomorrow,
If all the stars were out of sight
And snow fell softly overnight,
If all we woke to morning white
Who’d lantern light the morrow?
If all the earth were beaten gold
And all the fields were fallow,
If all the bees were try-to-please
And all the mud marshmallow,
If all the children walked away
To never change from day to day
But gambolled in the autumn hay,
Who’d taper light the tallow?
29 November 1972
poem by David Lewis Paget
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A treasure in a basket
Laying in a wicker basket
Are varied colored Easter eggs
Surrounded by milk chocolate
And jelly beans and root beer kegs.
Exploring closer you will see
Beneath the artificial grass:
Sidewalk chalk and marshmallow bees
A squirt gun and a movie pass.
You must keep searching deeper still
Until you find all that’s concealed:
Next you’ll find a treasury bill
And coupon for a Big Mac meal.
Now my little excavator
Have a very happy Easter.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Candy-Wrap
Well I like ice cream and candy bar
Like Ben and Jerry's, Hersey's and Mars
Pop rocks, pop-tarts, and pop-cycles too
Marshmallow cereal how about you
I'm gonna eat this candy till I get sick
I'm gonna give this lollipop another lick
A lot of people always tend to give up
But I say you ain't through until you throw-up
But if you're not careful you'll get cavities
But all you got to do if brush dem teefethies
I can't help I have a really bad sweet-tooth
But I really love candy and that's the sweet-truth
As long as I'm eating lots of candy
I'll be one very happy fatty.
poem by Soupy Pettry
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The Insider
you know there is someone inside me
it speaks
i hate to listen to this creature
it sounds like myself
sometimes it demands something that
horrifies me
and i don't want to give in
because it seems not to mind if i am hurt most
i press it like a marshmallow
keeping it small and almost invisible
but this creature knows how to scream
like a cow and to stop the humiliation
i finally give in and keep myself
running pursuant to its instructions
it drinks some blood from my dog
sips it like soda
it bathes itself in mud and does not
want to be rubbed
it shows itself naked in the mall
what a shame to my soul
but then when all his wants are given
it says sorry and then says that now i am free
it hides inside in my tummy
and then sleeps there all day
now i am back to my senses
on a life of compromises
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreams
for things that we cannot have
for people that we love but we cannot hug
for the solutions of the problems that we have learned to set aside for a while
for places we wish to go and yet can't take a step beside their shores
for wounds to heal
for things we have forgotten
for our dead ancestors who wish to speak to us again
for some precautions
for our suppressed desires
for those we bury while we are awake
for our escape to fantasy
for our imaginations to run wild chasing rainbows
for our dead love ones
for those who wish to be with us again
for the floating experience on baby pink clouds
marshmallow feelings and black forest cake sweetness
for all these wishes
weary and weak, i close my eyes
and then
i welcome all my dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Dreamers
You put them to bed,
gently stroke their heads,
and kiss them goodnight.
Telling them when the sandman calls
into dreamland, they will fall.
Hearing the sweet sounds
from the sugar plum fairies
and marching feet of the toy soldiers
as the gingerbread men dance
to the fairies tunes.
Lollipops and candy canes
decorate the walls
of the marshmallow houses
that line the yellow brick road
on the way to see the wizard.
Walking through a mirror
raises another world to explore
with a mad tea party
with many tarts to devour
until the bluebird's morning call.
With sleepy eyes awake,
the night dreams disappear
from our little dreamers head
as they see the twinkle
in the sun's big yellow eye.
28 June 2012
poem by David Harris
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