Your morning breath could beat all others
Even on ogre who never knew toothpaste
It would make me want to turn my head and wretch
I used to dread waking up before you
I would have to lay there and endure this torture until you awakened
But now, I know how lucky I was
How lucky to be able to smell your morning  breath every morning
To wake up to you, to the sweet bacteria that grew in your mouth all night
I would kiss you now, kiss you till my face turned purple
Though my eyes would water and my stomach would turn
I would smell your morning breath night and day
Just to have all of you back
Never again will that sweet, sour stench pass my ungrateful nostrils
And I miss it
I miss you
Even the smell of your stinky morning breath