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