My Teeth Poem by Phil Soar

My Teeth



I've never had a set of teeth
That I could say were good
They look like scattered pedestals
That were made out of wood
I wished that I'd took better care
And kept up my appointments
But now I'm left with dentures
And a host of other ointments

Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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