Teeth

My aim, when spitting
That mouth mixed minty

Broth, concocted each
time teeth are scrubbed
has been perfected after
My grandmother, told
me off for missing the plug
And not rinsing the sink.
Now, I can aim a jet of water
Like a vegas fountain with
Accuracy that’d make her
Proud.

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