You know the doctor told you to
Stick to the diet you are on.
But you will not, so what to do!
I took your dentures, they are gone,
And given back to you when I
Can watch you closely as you eat,
And with your diet do comply.
I've no choice but admit defeat.
Late night when I was fast asleep
You found a way to cheating dine.
Sneakily, not making a peep,
You fingered then mouthed dentures - mine!
So you are armed with teeth to bite,
A legend in your own fridge light.
I've no choice but admit defeat....this lines is absolutely brilliant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Typo: this line.5 stars and I take this wonderful poem to my favourite!