When a tooth breaks, it’s pretty disconcerting.
Our little mouth hammers can handle all sorts:
smashing up gobstoppers, eroding seaside rock,
knocking off beer bottle tops, nervously nibbling nails.
Cracking a food gravestone takes something special.
Mine was a Dorito, but could’ve quite easily
have been some of the horrid things
I said to people over the years.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
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