Ode To the Hair In My Mouth
This one is for you, dear hair in my mouth,
No matter how hard I try,
To spit you out, though I know it's uncouth,
I really wish you hadn't dropped by.
When I breathe I feel you tickle my uvula,
As your other end taps the back of me teeth,
I love your culture; you can dance the hula,
Whenever I try to make you bequeath.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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