To Store a S'more

As his sister reaches toward

he grabs the plate of s'mores

and carries them indoors

while banging the screen doors.

 His sister, she implores,

implores and now she roars,

but still does he ignore

as he quickly glances for.

And looks and looks some more,

and finds and then he stores,

 the gooey plate of s'mores

 pushed under a closet door.

 While still his mom she snores

 on the bed in the room next door.

 She won't ignore sticky doors and floors!

  His little sister cries some more.

 He returns to those sitting outdoors

Children stare at him in horror

 as with  composure he implores

 to the neighbor from next door,

" Please Sir, can I have some more"

 s'mores