Adieu Dental Floss And Toothbrush Poem by matthew harris

(long stretches of time elapsed since
add just ting to false teeth. though quite
distraught when the irreparable prognosis
delivered, the acclimatization to removable
upper dentures - the lower ones need modification,
though now the emotional stance rests
upon gratitude to receive health coverage) .

All those years I underwent
orthodontic care for naught
cuz profound gum recession
and bone dissolution found

me fraught with angst riddled necessity,
whence dentures bought
or will soon bring relief,
where financial cost to me = aught.

though grievous o'er a diet
of baby food - rubs raw rib bill bit
Subject: query (tummy eldest sister) ,
now answered - with true grit

sans state 'o me health of body,
mind and spirit
yea...yea...with the following
poe whet tics git writ.

Re: cap ma current day coup page
with a collage of words that best
attempt to convey how one feels
after a half dozen teeth removed,

yes, that day of departure fur remaining
lower teeth transpired today with sore gums
as a testament to grinning and bearing
final surrender of thine bottom choppers.

twas not with glee this dear bro
did accept fate, and now twitters like crow
adjusting new sans parabolic learning curve
to talk where speech akin to blob of dough

being formless, yet with gumption resignation
to these extractions did flow
into mine psyche (with twinge
of accursed displease) , boot go
to the University of Pennsylvania
Dental School and a heave hoe

this scrivener and regular joe
tried to find a silver lining y know
that removal of upper teeth from those
less than five centimeters be low

scheduled in about four weeks
i.e. aboot deux times countless fortnights
will find me unable to reef er
to the skin of my teeth,
yea this circumstance doth suck n bite
'though once dentures fitted,

thee psychological gloom
(per maxillofacial situation)
with relief insurance picks
up the tab will alight.

if hi ignored the grim state
of vital accessories to chew
this har chap likely to experience
additional molars, cuspids, canines...
falling out though few

remained upon embarkation
per painful turn of events, grew
ling a smidgen less worse
than getting tossed out hoo

chee coot chee mama in2
the freezing brutal cold
by none other than Donald Trump
eskimo master of a royal igloo
while Sarah n aid ding howling winds

of n arctic monkey shape shifting
into a polar vortex imp sear pale in me
would probably find me in some deleterious
state of health thru and thru.

other than the above matthew
scott harris feels great
well.... on the bright side -
no need to brush nor floss,
when ma mouth opened ajar -

bing temporarily totally toothless - aye will hate
hence moost inclined to master ventriloquism
hoop fully finding work around
to of void beak comb ming irate.