Friday, January 11, 2008

Poefusion

Here's my contribution to Poefusion

The Morning After

Who knew?
He was intense about his dental prowess.
Armed with floss: he’d jab, stab, rinse,
never swallow.
He fenced between molars and eye-teeth
as if plaque were prey and he was the fearless hunter!

Wouldn’t cease his assault till he could whistle victoriously
through his proud toothpick gapped teeth.

10 comments:

paisley said...

and oh how proud he was "a dem teef"

i loved this... so light and enjoyable!!!!!

Christy said...

Am amusing piece of writing, much enjoyed!

Michelle Johnson said...

This was really good. I got a good laugh from this one too. I love the way you point out his own teeth being bad when he's a dentist taking care of other people's teeth. Great take on the words. Keep up the good work. Have a nice weekend.

tumblewords said...

A cute and clever post. Guess even the strongest object is subject to death by attack!

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

A bit obsessive, wasn't he? Fun poem.

mariacristina said...

Wonderful! You infused some tough words with humor and vivd images.

LittleWing said...

oh that is so very good...**giggling to myself**..can't imagine having to watch that strange ritual every night....eewwwww

susan said...

Thanks all. Michelle, I didn't think I implied he was a dentist. I always thought those who flossed had good teeth. lol

sarala said...

Funny.

LittleWing said...

oh geez, that was so funny and very good...definitely made an impression on my mind....next time i go to the dentist...