Toothpick Poem by Donna Saphier

I'm out at every party
Everything's going great
But I'm full up and bloated
With the food that I just ate

I'm sat here quietly
My fingers I'm licking
But stuck in my teeth
Is a big piece of chicken

This piece of chicken
Is knocking me sick
I can't find nothing
To do the trick

Then on the table
I spot a toothpick
I dig out the chicken
But didn't it flick

Right off the end
It flew through the air
It hit a woman
And boy did she care

I ran and ran
I was ever so quick
Leaving behind
The wooden toothpick.