Grinning At the Thought of Fingers
“Caps for sale, fifty cents a cap!”*
But that was just the crowning lie,
my pinnacle tooth should be solid gold!
Oh, if the truth could be sold -
And I feel so old…
So my crown not quite queenly,
feels unnatural, quite unseemly.
I will give it a speedy test drive
and see if it tastes like 300 bucks.
On the upside, the dentist quite merry
that I didn’t bite off any fingers,
though I hear they're quite chewy.
And he grimaces at the dreadful fear, that
I’ll take some digits and run outta there.
12/14/2016
*From juvenile picture book, “Caps For Sale”
Written by: Esphyr Slobodkina
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
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