With Red40 in them


Taint your mouth with red phlegm

Like blood, you spit

Out comes the scarlet gem

Pebbled chocolate

With that familiar emblem

In that typical fashion

M for Maybe, M for Mine,

The color of passion,

Of limerence benign-

The hopeless romantic's

Own blind Valentine.

An acid butyric,

Is a sweet smell emitter

At least, I think

But I just taste bitter

And really it stinks-

So chuck out the counterfeiter,

And pour me a drink!