Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Teething Trouble - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Armed to the teeth

(all newly acquired)

you delight
in biting me

leaving little
indented marks

like moons
that glow on my arms.

“Don’t let her bite you like that! ”

Her mother scolds
both her & me.

I laugh.

“Let her practice! ”

My flesh willing to be

to ease her
teething troubles.

she looks up
at me

(all chortles and drool)

takes another
nip of me

“Naw...naw...naw! ”
gnawing at my flesh

smiling up at me
with all her little teeth.

I kiss her
on the top of her


ddorned with
a classic kiss curl.

“Da...da...da! ”
she thanks me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 29, 2008

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