Finally she was spat away and stamped on right in the street
Neatly packaged with a wrapper all shiny and new,
Then she was chosen but he still kept a few.
Her flavours exploded stimulating every sense.
It got chewed away when he took offence.
As putty she skillfully danced around his throat,
But she took too much room and he started to choke.
She tried to stay out the way when his teeth were clenched,
Her resolve kept her sticking even when she got alcohol drenched.
Finally she was spat away and stamped on right in the street,
He never looked back she admitted defeat.
He left her right there in a deep darkened hole,
That poor poor women that chewing gum soul.
Georgina Hinsley, Shifnal
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