Gone the way
Of the once-great blue boy,
            The fast mammal
            Who Google indicates
            Is in fact not a rodent,
Is a pair of leprechauns

Each promised morning meals and good cheer,
And laughs for as long as their dye may last

Alas, that hour glass
            Full of marshmallow sugar
Has gone dry
As has my patience for garments
Of a certain ilk

(This poem is the spiritual successor to a one I wrote several years ago titled Sonic the Hedgehog T-Shirt, Version 3. For context, it goes like this:

            “Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt, Version 3

            Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt,
            Bleach-stained
            By laundromat betrayal.

            You are a home-shirt
            Now.”

Thank you for your time)