A Dental Poem
My dentist doesn’t need tongs pulling out
A tooth, she uses a pretty smile and magic
Hands. For my dentist I’ve no secrets, she
Has looked deep into my nostrils counted
My nasal hairs and seen what’s deposited
There. Three new teeth she gave me, they
Shine white amongst the yellow old ones,
And since I haven’t eaten yet, I guess you
Can say they are extremely pure and chaste.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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