Grandma's Teeth Poem by Kim Senior

Grandma's teeth come out every night,
She keeps them in a glass beside the bedside light.
Grandma says they like the exercise,
But I think even Grandma lies!

I've sat and watched them motionless inside the glass,
It's a boring way to let the hours pass.
The only movement I've detected,
Are lots of bubbles being resurrected?

At times Grandma looks rather strange,
Without her teeth her features rearrange.
That once full mouth of pearly whites
Resemble stairs without the flights.

Even Granddad refrains from kissing
Grandma's lips when teeth are missing.
But I love Grandma just the same,
She's still sweet and quite insane!

It's such a shame her teeth she neglected,
This causes me some introspection.
What I've learnt to my surprise,
I don't want my teeth taking exercise.