Hanging In There
Our Hannah with her snaggle tooth
Is prettier and that's the truth
Than any sultry movie star
Who gets her beauty from a jar.
She's just turned six years old and so
Her baby teeth are primed to go;
But one, reluctant to vamoose,
Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose.
Our Hannah doesn't seem to mind,
She is not the conceited kind
And has more things to think about
Than a laggard tooth, that won't fall out.
Those who have offered her assistance
Have met with six-year old resistance
And though our Hannah isn't vain
She has a low threshold for pain.
If you chance to see beguiling grin,
With a tooth that is more out than in,
You have seen our Hannah, there's no doubt.
With her baby tooth that won't fall out.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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