Haikus To Halitosis Poem by Clyde King

Your contacts have a tint
In them I see my image
You need a breath mint

Your deadly breath so foul
So toxic, rancid, and rank
Would kill an OWL!

Can this be love, dear,
When I smell your putrid breath
Of garlic and beer?

Turn away your face!
Put a hand over your mouth,
Holy shit, what a case!

What crawled down your throat?
What died in there, a warthog?
I'm starting to choke!

Please give me some hope.
Don't breathe in my face,
Try Dentyne or Scope

Though you may gasp
Over such odious things
This you should grasp:

Because, dear cretin,
Garlic, onions, and beer
You too have eaten

March 2017