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.