Crown Down Poem by Ima Ryma

I was just doing my routine
Of brushing my teeth to assure
Myself of good dental hygiene,
When suddenly there did occur
A sensation in my mouth that
A crown was moving loose around,
No longer in set habitat..
This brought from me a gasping sound,
As I inhaled a bunch of air,
And that darn crown did locomote
To the back of my mouth, and there
Began its journey down my throat.

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