Unfotunately the author could not conjure up another line about dead roses or wilted petals.

Fortunately after the orgy everyone picked up the dead rose bushes and made a big bon fire for the heat. They all gathered around for marshmellow roasting.

Unfortunately, they didn't have any chocolate or graham crackers for smores.

Fortunately they had other things to put the marshmellow in between to eat them.

Unfortunately, the marshmellows got bumped and fell into the fire where they burned up.

Fortunately, one of the people around the fire delivered marshmallows to local grocery stores, and he coincidentally had driven his delivery truck home that very day.

Unfortunately, he locked the truck doors before he realized his keys were still in the ignition.

Fortunately a member of the orgy was an out of work lock smith. Carrying his tools with him for just such an emergency. He opened the door and marshmellows flowed like wine.

Unfortunately, a sudden storm rained a deluge and dissolved all the marshmallows before they could flow into the orgy party.

Fortunately, the orgy was progressing to the point that people were so horny that the marshmellows were no longer important.

Unfortunately, there was one person (there's always one, isn't there?) who REEAAALLY wanted to used the marshmallows as a sexual prop.

Fortunately, a stranger came upon the orgy and just so happened to have a sack of marshmallows

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that the sack had a hole in it, and he had dropped marshmallows in a trail like Hansel and Gretel.

Fortunately the trail was really, really short and so by walking a little less than 3 feet, one of the lost marshmellows was found.

Unfortunately, it was one of those funky, lime green-colored and flavored ones, which no one liked.