April 26th, 1989
D.D.
Okay. My mom wants me to write a poem about orthodontics for–guess who?–my orthodontist. Since I’m in Language Arts, I figure it’s appropriate to work on this now. Oh. What to write? I mean, orthodontics is not the most thrilling of subjects.
“Orthodontics” (Oh. Good title right there. I’m a genius.)
What are the joys of wearing braces?
The list must be long
Because so many people sport them
Do they love broccoli wedged in their teeth?
Or getting their mouths stuck in the couch
When wrestling a sibling?
Do they enjoy going years without a Snickers bar?
And cherish their painful gums?
Are then not happy until
I CAN’T GO ON. It’s silly, insipid garbage.
I only got an A on my Cyrano essay. Well, it’s not the A that bothers me, but that other stupid people who can’t write also got As. Pisser.
M.
