Halitosis hocus pocus,
Cures my malevolence for graveolence.
The serene Listerine of oral hygiene,
A matador piercing malodor,
With one mouthful of
Gin taken on the chin.
I do risk
Lucidity to rid the morbidity,
I may lumber rising from slumber.
Yet those taken
A back by this quack,
Can rest assured against the absurd.
One cannot
Ignore the heretofore.
In addition, I offer admonition
Beware!
Another tends to smother
Any care of even being aware.
Categories:
graveolence, death, drink, good morning,
Form: Rhyme