When granddad last came round for tea,
Whilst eating steak and chips,
His false teeth popped right out his mouth,
And gave us all the slip!
We glimpsed them fall down to the floor,
And heard them chatter fast.
Then before we knew what happened,
Through the cat flap they had passed!
As granddad sat, all gums and lips,
Dad sprang up and he gave chase!
But those ivories had moved so quick,
They'd gone without a trace!
Now granddad's got a nice new pair,
That he locks up in a jar.
And his missing gnawing gnashers,
Send him postcards from afar!
©2005 Gareth Lancaster
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