“milk teeth”

Written for:  The Twiglets #270 - milk teeth

After his whitening
treatments, he milked
his teeth for all
they were worth.  Had
a wide grin for all.
It was a bit disconcerting
in dark rooms.  His teeth
glowed neon.

The bear cub
was disappointed
when he placed
a fallen tooth
in his den bed,
and upon awakening
found no berries.

sad to lose tooth
young girl did not like that space
her tongue feels points–new growth

            An enterprising child of ten
          saved his baby teeth for the time when
              he would sell a full set
            oh, the money he'd get.
     Teeth decayed, none were swayed to part with a cent.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to “milk teeth”

  1. Sadje says:

    A cute poem.


  2. Misky says:

    The first had me laughing out loud!


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