yvette smith (LONDON)

The woman with too many teeth was accused of 'smiling too much'

In the office, on the phone

Even when she was on her own [as seen by cctv! ]

The woman with too many teeth would always hesitate and was

Losing weight,

And some got a hunch, that she could not eat her lunch

The woman with too many teeth could barely talk

She also had a funny walk

Due in part to her heavy jaw

She kept her head to the floor

Or covered her mouth with her scarf

As if to muffle a laugh, in a serious place

At funerals and in meetings

So as to 'keep a straight face in disguise]

At weddings and parties she could let herself go

Though her teeth hurt, and she was called a flirt

She left, embarrassed, confused and always alone

Was this her fate?

When she slept, the wind whistled through her top plate

And she almost swallowed her tongue

At the end of her tether, and quite irate

At the 'smiling strangers' blocking up her front gate

She sent them packing,

from jehovahs witnesses.

To refugees from kuwait

And told herself it wasn't too late

To find a twist in the road

That could make her mouth straight

She needed some love and some real understanding

So she tripped on the stairs and had a crash landing

But nothing had shifted except a couple of teeth

And now she was GRINNING in sheer disbelief

She tried to walk out into oncoming traffic

Then to hang by her teeth, by a piece of elastic

But the elastic snapped

So she bunjee jumped

Gripping hard with her molars, that took the full brunt

They fell like white splinters.......

At last she could have ' a serious lunch! '

Somehow she knew there's always a 'happy ever after'

Though she she was toothless and sore,

With both legs in plaster

With a 'serious expression at last

SAYING, PLEASE, NO MORE LAUGHTER! !




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