Store Your Smiles
The store was stocked with many things
From cheese to hats and diamond rings
But it was in the toothpaste aisle
Where I first saw my dream man's smile.
"Crest", I saw, must be his brand
Wait--denture cleaner in his hand?
Embarassed, he: "My crown fell out
And landed in my sauerkraut"
How cute, I thought, a raconteur
This might be just the man, for sure
I wonder, Is he gay or married?
And studied all the things he carried
A shoehorn and a box of douche
Some ointment for his precious tush
A card that read: My Dearest Mom
A chastity belt for his daughter's prom.
I was confused. What was his yen?
Was I his Barbie, he my Ken?
Or was I Curly, he my Moe?
That Mom of his--I bet she'd know
Perhaps the card was for his dad
But surely not that belt he had
He piqued my interest, that he did
And then I met his snot-nosed kid.
My dream collapsed; ah, just as well
In fact, he emitted quite a smell
Sniffling, sighing, I hurriedly left
It seems I will remain bereft
Contributors: | N, Kansas Sam, Karin, Francine, Dassn't Say. |
Poem finished: | 6th August 2003. |