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