Ode to a mint imperial (found down the side of a sofa)

My small friend,
Covered in lint,
Behind the sofa,
Glorious mint.

You are pristine perfection,
Shiny, sweet and round,
When they choose the Sugar King,
You shall be crowned.

Our love shall be brief,
Never regrettable
(Till, after a night’s orgy,
With your friends,
The scales appear,
Making your price oh too clear)

Full of flavour,
I will savour,
Your sacrifice
But though I find,
You rather nice.
My teeth have 34 separate disagreements with you,
Therefore I fear,
I must bid you adieu.

I shall meet you again in Tescos,
And you shall be mine.
After I purchase,
Some sensodyne.

The End

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