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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!!!!!

Christine Gail said...

Am amusing piece of writing, much enjoyed!

poefusion 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!

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

little wing writer 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

Unknown said...

Funny.

little wing writer said...

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