Braces
Grandson got braces
None of those silver
Metalic shiny
Things of old
They come in colors now
So we were told
Smile came on his face
As this idea he embraced
Give me the green ones
Boldly he told
Now he has green teeth
To everyone greet with bold
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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