The Last Thin Mint — Interlude In An Ode

I’m tearing through
My bottom drawer
Just to find
One cookie more
The chocholate’s sweet
The mint divine
A better treat
You will not find
A little crisp
A little crunch
They’re neatly packaged
In a bunch
I start to twitch
I’ve got the shakes
I’m jonsing for
Those crispy bakes
My breath is short
My eyes bloodshot
My stomache’s tangled
Up in knots
I’m feeling weak
The end is near
I brace myself
I’m cloaked in fear
I see a light
It’s coming close
I want to . . .
What’s that?
What’s that I see?
One More Thin Mint
Upon the floor
Just behind
My office door?
My precious sweet!
My precious dear!
My precious treat
I have no fear
I’ll eat you slow
With measured hand
And tell the world
How you were grand

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