Mouth 

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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