Eating rainbow smores, a lunchtime
That left you more than splattered full of fun
Spun over faces and cases of chocolate sauce
But never aimed where same was tossed

Milanos flung away awry
When someone else would have to dry
And wash it all
...from your shirt

All the snacks you slammed
Like hand puppets danced away
To oral caves of teeth
Beneath ever cowering

In custard creams that slither down
Pounding that rocky road
Or splashed and gnashed
The seventh course, of morsels so demurely lost
From feast above
...on your shirt

Sunday in your underwear
Seething with bits of divinity
Shed a tee and shout it out...
(staining)
Shirty smears that won't wash out...
(draining)

[guitar solo]

All the crumbs you rained
(choking)
Thirty years of stains
(soaking)
All the creme you drained
(choking)
Shirty smears of stains
(soaking)

Eating rainbow smores, a lifetime
That left you more like fatter than a ton
Smothering faces with cases of any dross
That never seemed to bean where tossed

All spackled with the meals gone by
Now no one else will dare to try
And wash it all...
From your shirt
Just dessert