C Richard Miles
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False Teeth - A Children's Poem
Our teacher had false teeth;
She kept them in a box
Inside the classroom cupboard
Which she forgot to lock,
So we broke in at break-time
And took them out to play.
They fell into a puddle
And turned a muddy grey.
We gave them back to teacher;
She had to grit her teeth
Or, rather, to de-grit them
For grit was underneath
Under the muddy covering
Mixed with her chewing gum.
This made her gums quite tender;
She didn’t find it fun.
But later we regretted
The mischief that we’d made;
When lessons stopped for playtime,
Coruscating through the ethereal, pastel blue,
A more electric, sapphire-glinting hue,
That picador in rich bejewelled cloak,
Befeathered huntsman of the crystal brook,
Begins his pinioned, death-defying dive
To feast on sporting minnows, lithe and blithe,
As jocundly, amongst the rock and weed
They revel, chase and taste and dance and feed.
The kingfisher, inspiring awe and fear