Tonight's Poet Corner: Bruxism
Bruxism
by Belinda Roddie
There was a young man
anxious as can be
who ground his teeth
before he had his tea
and he clenched all day
and he gnashed all night
'til his molars were shrapnel
of yellow and white
by Belinda Roddie
There was a young man
anxious as can be
who ground his teeth
before he had his tea
and he clenched all day
and he gnashed all night
'til his molars were shrapnel
of yellow and white
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