combustible teeth

I hesitate to say such things…

your silver fillings called last night
to say they’d had enough
of your inconstant frippery
and acting like you’re tough

when everybody knows that you
wear salmon-colored shoes;
and now, a crown is calling you –
your mouth’s just full of news

these stencils for st. patrick’s day
are worth a pretty penny,
but i can’t buy a set right now,
for though my needs aren’t many

i need a stick of butter and
a cable car to go:
to win, in fact,
is just a place
to show

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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