IreneA Poem by john l smithhygieneSo her breath would be less mean Irene subscribed to Listerine Then with her electric tooth machine She’d scrub her teeth until they’d gleam
Although it was not her intent The scent she sent was an unfortunate event And thankfully for those round’s discontent It was a lament she meant to augment With her sorry situation attracting no beau She bathed in bleach, from head to toe Although her body suffered a terrible blow Her teeth retained their fabulous glow © 2019 john l smithAuthor's Note
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