“Where could it be?
Where did I but it before?”
She sighed, she cursed her fate; and
Then, sighed once more;
In despair, did she knock at my door.
From a whirlpool of
Sweet sleep, and of
Smug sweat, I was startled awake;
The fan dropped dead, the lights dozed off, I cursed;
“A power cut, for heaven’s sake!”
The knock was soft,
As if in a loft,
A cow thumped on the hay;
I drew the curtain, and gladly found
That it was not yet day.
She poked her head,
With a look so sad
She beseeched that I would be kind;
Where her teeth were, if I could find,
Or where she put them last, could I remind
I stared at her,
And gaped at her
And then there dawned a light;
Not in the lamp, but in my sight,
She had lost her dentures, Almight!
I groaned at her,
I moaned at her;
And then enquired why,
She needed it now, at this ungodly hour?
When the sun was not even nigh!
She glowered, and
if looks could kill,
I would die.
I helped her seek,
Her chances bleak,
She confided, they might never be found;
The feather handed maid, while on her round,
Must have stolen them, without a sound.
In my mind i thought,
What a foolish plot
Who’d care for false damned teeth?
But she looked above, and stooped beneath,
And then did she fitfully breathe.
She stomped her feet,
And romped to their beat.
Upset, collapsing into a heap,
She proceeded to weep,
Thus arousing her old man from sleep.
A dreary Grandma,
A teary Grandma,
Clasped his hand and said;
“Oh! My husband, my Lord, you are poor,
If you can’t help me in the need of hour,
What use is then, all your power?”
Grandpa, with a squinted eye,
Grandpa, with a taunting eye,
Growled without a hint of doubt,
And with a dash of his trademark pout,
Said, “Honey, those priceless calcified pearls,
Are in your blessed mouth!”
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