Sunday Not Gumday
They sit there in a glass, looking so forlorn
The old lady was as gummy, as the day that she was born
She ate her food without them, her nose nearly reaching her chin
I ask why not wear your dentures, why not just pop them in.
She looked at me with horror. as though I had said a rude word
I only wear them on Sunday's so don't be so absurd.
If i wear them all the time, you won't be able to see
When I am all dressed up, it's a special day for me.
These teeth have to last me my lifetime, when in my coffin at rest
Please make sure my teeth are in, want to look my best.
So the glaring teeth look down at me, pleading they look me in the eyes
Please release me set me free, or she will use us to crimp the pies
Penned 21 April 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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