Poem -
mints
Feeling fresh from a days of no brushing, ah, a mint. No, I'm not flossing.
The taste is preffured, but I don't care. It keeps me from brushing without a care.
But hey, it doesn't matter. My breath is just fine.
My teeth may rot but I'm good to dine.
Hey, don't mock me and my minty fresh breath.
I have lots of things to do untill death.
What do you mean eating mints is a cheaters way out.
Its just a hint, but I can't do without.
Hey, maybe your right, maybe I should brush.
Maybe I should actually do this for us.
Nah, I'll leave till next week, until then I will eat mints until I peek.
R.M.
(A poem to promote brushing and demote mints.)
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Russell, Russell,Russell,
This very good and humorous...You keep the funny bug inside of me going..we spoke before about your ( lil ) gift of being able to switch gears when ever you want. Good job Russ...........
Keep  it up!!
Jim
truth is, I just pick a subject from my suroundings. I also may choose more then one object from my surounding.
if it were not for the people and the things around me I wouldn't be able to come up with most of my poems.
thanks Jim.
Russ
Very good job partner....
Jim
very good ...lines..
i really like that satire part of coparing cheaters with a mint user.
just give me a subject, give me an objective, and give me the amotion, and I'll feel it while writing.
thats my gift.
Yuck :p
I still have some of the mints you gave me. I'd like cinnamon hearts next time ;) you're the best