Thin Mint World

What in the world would I do without a thin mint?

It just wouldn’t be the same.

Without a thin mint,

who would be to blame?

It just wouldn’t be right.

Like a day with no night.

What in the world would we do?

Sweet, annual delayed gratification,

Tortures us with thin mint hibernation.

What did we do to deserve such condemnation?

The craving’s so deep on a midsummer’s eve,

Any other snack would be just a tease.

Peppermint enriched flour,

I do love to devour.

Nothing compares to the minty fresh,

No one can describe the Girl Scout’s best.

The extinction of thin mints would make world news,

Cause pandemonium and infect all with blues.

A world without a thin mint tips our fate into apocalypse.

What in the world would I do without a thin mint?

Chocolate wafer taste of mine

I need no milk, nor glass of wine.

Never can I eat only ten,

or even a dozen or so then.

Every day and by the hour,

I long to taste your minty flour.

Rid the lemon. Rid the ‘foil.

With these rookies,I do not toil.

Lose the tagalong in chocolate dip.

Oh please, just leave my precious mint.

My mouth salivates,

My heartbeat elevates

with every intent

of eating my mint.

My goal is to eat it

And eat it alone,

I do not share thin mints.

You must get your own.

And do not let me see it,

Should I run out of mine,

Snatching of thin mints

Are NOT out of line.

Savor it, crave it,

Eat it and love it,

What cookie have you had with tastes above it?

My first bite compels me

to take another,

How many mints will I thee smother?

I can eat five cookies without a minute between,

Seven minutes are torture

At ten, I will scream.

What in the world would I do?

I wasn’t always a Mint Girl.

I used to eat trefoils.

I had not yet tasted the Mint

that was meant for me,

That Mint

that was meant to be.

‘Foil, it was good while it lasted,

But time and mint-taste brought me past it.

Thin mint by mint

And stack by stack,

I long for the return

When my thin mints come back.

In the meanwhile…

It’s like a rod with no staff.

A cow with no calf.

A junkie on the street.

A meatloaf with no meat.

Do you have a box

that you can spare?

Or maybe give this time, to share?

Maybe you have a stash in July.

Maybe you hoard thin mints and lie.

Maybe you need a thin mint or three,

Maybe you’re thin mint lover like me!