Toothy
After searching high and low, I finally found
My mother's dentures in my gunnysack
Just how they got in there I cannot say:
The woman must have suffered another brief "attack"
So I fished them out and wiped off all the gunk
Then put them in my mouth; they didn't fit
No great surprise, considering the facts:
Shaped and sized just like a catcher's mitt
| Contributors: | N, F. |
| Poem finished: | 20th November 2003 by Anon.. |