I am a careful marshmallow toaster,
a patient marshmallow roaster,
turning my stick oh-so-slowly,
taking my time, checking often.
This is art---
a time of serious reflection
as my pillowed confection
slowly reaches golden perfection.
My brother
grabs 'em with grubby hands
shoves 'em on the stick
burns 'em to a crisp
cools 'em off
flicks soot
eats quick.
I'm still turning my stick.
He's already eaten six.
