Minty Fresh (Poem)

By StickyScribbles

Once there was a dame named Minty Fresh, Winter.

Hit by a job lost.

Feels like a splinter.

They gamed and gorgon streamed all night long.

Got to keep it fresh with the boyz with a cheesy song.

Minty, minty, fresh...oh yeah!

Minty, minty, fresh...oh yeah!

Got to hit the ground, rolling in the dirt.

It's a prize fight in the Colosseum.

Time to show the opponent some hurt.

Dodging rapid fire blows, as they go berserk.

It's a gorgon's cursed stare for the finish.

As the opponent's crusty body becomes inert.

Minty, minty, fresh...oh yeah!

Minty, minty, fresh...oh yeah!

Old Minty is the very clear winner.

But the battle manager said no magic, that is cheating.

So there is no chicken dinner.