Your Teeth

Oh, thine ivory, caked in plaque!
Thy glutinous gloss o'er yellowish tinted bones...
What putrid odor it dost create,
whene'er thy warm and humid breath is blown.
And deep within their tartaric cracks,
the calcium coating makes quite a horrid stench.
And when they grind together and scrape the excess off,
It rather makes me cringe. 

The End

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