Overbite Poem by Ima Ryma

One night, I woke up in such pain.
My teeth and gums were hurting fierce.
A vampire should always maintain
Choppers, strong and healthy to pierce.
I found a dentist working late.
He said I needed all new fangs.
After he made my dental plate,
I bit him - it's those hunger pangs.
But then too late I noticed that
My new false fangs did not fit tight.
Frustrated, I became a bat,
And flew away into the night.

After each bite, I have to check
If teeth are still stuck in the neck.