Enjoyed as a staple since 1848,
The irresistible flavor,
The minty freshness tops what you just ate,
Shared between friends as a favour.
It hides things under its smell. so sweet,
Masks the smell of a cigarette,
The addiction you were meant to defeat,
But sadly can’t help with a future of debt.
Offers a helping hand on your first date,
Perfect breath and confidence, before the big kiss.
Unfortunately not a mind-reader to find a soulmate,
But it does carry weight- fitting in with the gang is bliss.
At the end of my life which is short but sweet,
I am stuck under a table or replaced in a beat,
It’s a hard life being a piece of gum.
Grace K, year 9
Love the originality Grace! What a cool and unexpected object to write a poem about. Very evocative.