Inner Woman
Disaster

I lost my tooth

At the kissing booth

I opened my maw

and out of my jaw

It took a dive

doing a jive

Across the floor

and out the door

I heard her laugh

at my gaff

As I crawled along

and heard the song

There goes his tooth

and he must sleuth

To find his smile

and come in style

Back to ask

back to bask

determined to have

Sweet lips for salve

I bought that kiss

From bonny miss

And with one touch

And it wasn’t much

I knew

It didn’t matter.