by Ila Wood
They feel like horse shoes in my mouth,
I whistle on the “sss’s”
Wish they were in (you know where)
I’ll give you just three guesses.
I try them out at breakfast
At dinners and at suppers.
The bottom dentures slip and slide
And click against the uppers
They make me feel self-conscious
And ever since I’ve had ’em
The children look and stare as though
They don’t know me from Adam
The family thinks it’s funny
But if they laugh once more
Those doggone teeth are gonna land
Right in the dresser drawer.