The Missing Tooth Poem by Juan Olivarez

The missing tooth didn't mar her face,
She still was the prettiest gal in the place.
Around her waist there was a spare tire,
But that only heightened my desire.

She sat at a table drinking Lonestar beer,
One after the other without any fear.
As the clock slowly moved towards closing time,
I was dreaming, of somehow making her mine.

Then she punched out a biker,
That said something rude.
And that guy was no piker,
He was a pretty big dude.

She busted a beer bottle over his head,
And he lay there motionless as if he were dead.
Then deputy dog, came and took her away,
I'm sure glad my prayers, weren't answered that day.

1/12/11 Alton Texas