Summary

Sir Mellow S'moretino Marsh, who had done it all, dreamed of owning a marshmallow farm and creating marshmallow treats like S'mores, which he made in four delicious flavours and took the world by storm.

Abstract

Sir Mellow S'moretino Marsh, a man who had accomplished a lot, dreamed of owning a marshmallow farm and creating marshmallow treats like S'mores. He created a four-flavoured range of S'mores, including Vanilla, Chocolate, Raspberry, and Raspberry & Chocolate. With the proceeds of his S'mores sales, he moved to Oompahville, bought a marshmallow farm, married Pinky Pinkerton, and started a TUBA orchestra. Sir Mellow was known for being different, as he only wore pink Crocs and kept them in racing mode, even on Sundays. His S'mores sales made his profits double, and Frank Mars could not understand how Sir Mellow's S'mores had toppled the Milky Way.

Opinions

The writer admires Sir Mellow S'moretino Marsh for his imagination and creativity in creating the four-flavoured range of S'mores.
The writer expresses their fondness for the taste of pinky toes and uses it to describe the taste of the pink marshmallows.
The writer finds the smell of marmite and UMAMI wafting up from between unbathed toes as a smell worth bottling.
The writer thinks that Sir Mellow was a unique individual who dared to be different, and they admire him for it.
The writer finds the story of Sir Mellow's success with S'mores and his marshmallow farm riveting and inspiring.
The writer suggests a new flavour for S'mores, Banana Cinnamon, and plans to run it past Sir Mellow.
The writer acknowledges the presence of a sock thief in Oompahville and urges the reader to be vigilant.

S’mores rule

I also Want to Own a Marshmallow Farm

S’moresZZZZ forever.

**The Pink Ones taste Yummy …** Source: Online Internet. Head On Photo Festival

Oompahville has many marshmallow farms. Marshmallow farms and Tuba players. Birkenstocks are the sliders of choice in Oompahville. Crocs were highly frowned on. Even in racing mode.

“Oompahvillians” — the collective noun for Oompahville residents, would assemble in groups and thrash out German Beer drinking songs until the wee hours of the mid-afternoon. Birkenstocks stamping to the magical rhythms of marching music. Thick woolen-socked feet sweating in the afternoon warmth. It was magical.

The odour of marmite and UMAMI wafting up from between unbathed toes. Now that’s a smell worth bottling.

Whilst I know it is no longer popular to grow marshmallows in the wild anymore, they do taste more earthy. More real. Especially the pink ones. They taste extremely pinky.

If you’ve ever properly sucked a recently bathed pinky toe, you will know the taste I am referring to, immediately. It tastes of tomorrow, and freshness and youth. Unlike the middle finger, which tastes of darkness, and squid left too long in the sunshine getting moist, and night, and being violated.

Meet Sir Mellow S’moretino Marsh. Once upon a time Sir Mellow, who had done it all, had a dream of owning a marshmallow farm and creating marshmallow treats like S’MORES and … well just S’mores really because he loved them. His specialty was substituting the chocolate with raspberry jam, or, …, or … or, adding raspberry jam to the chocolate.

Such was his imagination. People used to say Sir Mellow was rife.

So he created a 4-flavoured range of S’mores and took the world by storm. His brand was —

More S’mores

Isn’t that just so incredibly original? In the following delicious flavours:

Vanilla

Chocolate

Raspberry, and

Raspberry & Chocolate. (Is your mind as blown as mine?)

For a time he did think of calling them Chocolate Raspberry, but then woke from a deep slumber, smelled his middle finger, and thought - WHAT AM I THINKING? It has to be Raspberry & Chocolate. With that decided he went straight back into a deep slumber till it was ‘morning nuts & kefir’ time.

Have you ever smelled your middle finger and suddenly had an epiphany, or a change of mind?

With the proceeds of his S’mores sales, he moved to Oompahville and bought a marshmallow farm, married Pinky Pinkerton, and started a TUBA orchestra. But just to be different, he only wore pink Crocs and kept them in racing mode, even on Sundays.

He dared to be different. The elders admonished him severely. He showed his feelings by burning his Birkenstocks in a Birkenstocks Burning Ceremony. It was such a huge story, it became known worldwide as BBC news.

Here they are practicing in the specially designed barn:

Riveting isn’t it? I listen to this and I become s’more MOIST.

He doubled his profits by growing his own marshmallows and Frank Mars could not understand how Sir Mellows S’mores had toppled the Milky Way. But they had. Even Mars bars were under threat.

After S’mores it’s time to snore. The BBQ smoke and the s’mores make me ever so sleepy.

I went straight to my room, peeled off my socks, had a good whiff of them, and then hid them and went straight to sleep. I was dreaming of Banana Cinnamon S’mores as a new flavour. I’d run it past Sir Mellow in the morning.

There is a sock thief in Oompahville. And until he or she is found, we have to be as vigilant as Viagra.

This post created the seed for my marshmallow farm. Have you got a marshmallow farm?