I’ve got a monstrous mouth
I eat an orange the pip’s squeak
Modern Great Expectations, Pip squeezed into the back seat
Sometimes, the dentist flat out won’t see me.
There is where I shovel food
My gnashers recalling eggshell dominoes
Cupboard mouth that sculpts my pooh:
Which upon cummies forms the O
Which weaveth wonder and equal woe
Where ponging poems like dung balls roll.
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