The Bucktoothed Bitch ©
The bucktoothed bitch that squirms amongst the seasoned viney leaves;
Expels her putrid smoky breath and dares a flower to breathe.
Her veggie iridescence; self-righteous stares of glee;
Home in on those bewildered, with hands behind their knees.
We dare not shout; nor feign complaint, we must not move or breathe;
While bucktooth bitch feeds full her face with wizened sniff and wheeze.
His gift is soon rejected and put aside with ease;
Neath blushes and disgruntlement the bucktooth bitch can tease.
The moments bleed away from him; drain passion laced with pride;
He failed to crack the porcelain that shields her thorny hide.
The buck-toothed bitch resplendent; her gory soul revealed.
Alone and ever petulant; her fate forever sealed.