New Teeth Poem by Pamela lutwyche

Before you had your new teeth,
you had Delicate brown teeth,
with a greenish sort of grin.
You paid £400 pounds,
to have some new ones fitted in.

When I first saw you
I thought it was Mr Ed,
standing there.
I had to put my hand to my eyes,
the gnashers,
was giving off so much glare,

The teeth look like real pearls,
all sparkly and brand new.
It's a shame they are in,
a dirty dog like you.

They do suit you though,
you have the whitest of any smile.
Gust Give up the fags,
and let them last, for a while.