Bad Breath

Bad Breath Poem

Bad breath

Is like slow release death

As if something inside died

Then decided to hide.

Cup it in your hand

To check if you can stand

The after stink of your coffee drink

Or the sour lag of your last fag.

Bad breath causes more lost passion

Than out of date fashion.

Trapped between teeth

And stuck to the tongue

Last night’s food

Rots all day long.

Even the prettiest wench

Can be subject to a stench

And many a strapping chap

Has a mouldering trap.

Those on the receiving end

Would say if they could

An ill wind blows no one any good.

Relationship problems - young couple outdoors

 

 


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