My teeth :: mspider50 :: Original Poetry

My teeth

My teeth were talkin

and I was just a walkin

I stopped in front of a store

that's when I saw the gore

What a blemish I beheld

and gasped at the sight

but it wasn't from fright

it was a beautiful scene

of an exquisite cameo

shining ever so brightly

as i was mesmerized

and floating in the air

it was a wonderful trip

for just a split second

my mind played tricks on me

as I tried to land with a flair

but landed on my dareeire and

looked up to see the crowds of people

it was then that I knew my

mind was playing tricks on me

Because your teeth don't talk.