Hamburger Cheek....[ The Perils Teeth Pose; Short; Limerick ] Poem by Bri Edwards
Hamburger Cheek....[ The Perils Teeth Pose; Short; Limerick ]
At times my teeth bite more than my meal,
and then those around me may hear a squeal **.
I 'make' hamburger meat...
from tongue, lips, or cheek.
I'm not lying about this; ...it is real.
(June 25th,2023)
[and it IS painful]
bri
:)
** squeal: intransitive verb:
one definition: 'To give forth a loud shrill cry or sound'
That's ok, ...as long as the 'cheek' you bite is NOT mine! Sorry, Kim. I shouldn't be so cheeky. : (
Go ahead, be the 'first one'...oops! .....make that 'the second one' to 'comment on this poem'. Personally, and I'm NOT BIASED DUE TO MY RELATIONSHIP WITH THE POET, this poem is FANTASTIC! ! : ) bri
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5/21/2024 6:50:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ha ha ha take care of your teeth don't let is free like bull in the ring. Liked it. Five *****
merci, my friend
Thanks, Sheeya, But I think you 'mean': 'don't let them (referring to my teeth) be free..' What? ! Only 5 stars. Hey, I PAYED YOU the ten dollars to comment. : ( bri