Sunday 15 April 2018

Poetry - Disappointing Day


Disappointing Day

It was just after Easter
When I continued a bad habit
Of feasting head first 
on a dark chocolate rabbit,
Which bit me right back 
on my upper right gum
A tooth sheared in two 
leaving me uncomfortably numb.
The mouthful melted...leaving nothing at all,
My imagination induced panic, 
where did the rest fall?
My tongue probed 
the scene of the gore,
Where a remnant swung 
like a saloon bar door.
I moved to the mirror 
whilst trying not to knock it
Dreading the pounds that 
would be leaving my pocket.
Driven to the dentist  
by my long-suffering wife,
The stalactite was removed 
without too much strife.
My mood remained 
like the pain so sore,
As dinner became soup 
at the local store.

NE

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