There once was a girl called Joanna
Who had an unfortunate manner
She smiled at people a lot
But sadly with teeth she had not got
So they made
some from the keys of the old pianner.
As you can see my poetry does not improve with age. About two years ago I had a mouth cancer scare and had to have all my teeth removed. Life has not been easy since - there is the difficulty in speaking, you quite literally have to retrain your tongue, the pain, they new ones are sharp plastic and cut into the gums and then, worst of all, the eating. Just as you think you have it under control your mouth is suddenly adrift with teeth floating at will from side to side.
I manage perfectly well without them but it is the vanity and pride that keep me wearing them. I am thinking very seriously of super glue but Any ideas would be most welcome.
It is this growing older thing I hate - not the lines or the droops as someone said these are the maps of life- but the feeling of being earthbound by gravity. To jump into the air now occasions a swift descent and normally quite a loud, "Ouch". Why, you may ask is a 55 year old jumping in the air? The answer is simple: I was dancing to Bowie's 'Changes' and felt the need for a kung fu kick followed by a leap into the air but bloody gravity pulled me back. My gruntlement was certainly dissed.
I remember writing a poem once calling for Lochinvar; these days I'd be lucky to yell out for Steptoe. It really isn't fair you know, all this stuff still bubbling to come out . to dance, to sing and to have one last, big, beautiful love affair complete with roses and sonnets. Let's hope the teeth stay in eh?
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