Keiths Toothache
His cheeks had bloomed up and over his chair
His mouth was extraordinarily large now, his face looked like a bear
Let me guess, toothache? I asked, recognizing the signs as my own.
His tongue was so swollen, he could not gasp, answer or phone.
I called up the dentist and made him an appointment for two.
I hate that place he said! What did you do?
It took a cancellation, and another couple of days
Before he finally gave up and waddled into the office of Doctor McVeys.
He had horror stories to tell, but I could not listen.
His teeth were black, hardly any of them gave a glisten.
That’s what happens I said, when you do not take care of your teeth.
He stuck his tongue out at me, my neighbor, angry old Keith.
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