But if I scratch off too many I won't win the free medium drink!

Normally I avoid sentimentality (especially in poetry), but this poem must be good because it reminded me of the once upon a time upon a cliff's edge (I hope you will not be insulted by a crude harmony to your melody):

sitting at the cliff's edge,
I muse
that there is where I went
with my lover
when lover she was

and we could imagine ourselves alone
but for a horse
A fitting chaperone
for this lonely castle wall.

and alone we'd be together and together
the world would fade
and all that would be was the two of us
and the rocks and the sea and a hundred gulls
mocking our affection

and now the rocks and sea and windy gusts
only in my thoughts remain
and dying these dreams
(or close enough)
but one remains
(or close enough)
to be near that edge,
(or close enough)
I long for you and Scotland.

I couldn't agree more with your sentiment (my babelfish poetry may entertain you if you feel this way).

However if I were to focus on your phrasing I would say that words can and are meant to persuade as well as convey. Otherwise what are salesmen?

But the last stanza is gorgeous, and even more than that - it is a passionate truth.

This poem has an interesting tension between 1.) being marketed 'fun' (plus the narrator's friend's ability to enjoy it in spite of the commercialization) and 2.) Your apparent objective indifference to (or even slight critique of) the whole thing.

i enjoyed this (the arbitrary list of ingredients and the final justification could be reworked in order to make this a serious poem)

Credo che dovrte rimuovere la traduzione. Coloro che non capisce che l'italiano sarà costretto per soffrire la nebbia di babelfish e coloro che capisce l'italiano riterranno lo scopo progettato.

Forse è migliore senza la traduzione (ma molto elegante)