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
The bear cub
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.
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.
A cute poem.
Thanks so much, Sadje!
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The first had me laughing out loud!