On a cetain wee hours
of the pleasant morning
A happiness
perched on my head
Taking a glee out of me
I quivered a lot
by my understanding
The quintessential play
of its piquant flavour
Toothless I laughed to my heart’s content
Which never could have happened
with teeth attached
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
This piece has more than a hint of mordant wit about it.