(On the occasion of caps on front teeth!)
- Joan Levin
Tune: Stormy Weather
Can’t go on, all my sibilants are gone, I’m a lisper!
Can’t even say Mrs. or Mister –
It’s “hey you” all the time!
Once a Ms, now I’ve turned into a myth, my existence,
Meets each day with dental resistance –
All I can do is mime!
I can sometimes boil, but I can never sizzle!
I can speak of rain but not of soaking drizzle!
I’ll try to explain, and not to whistle --
And speak like I did again!
The nineteenth – letter stops right at my teeth –
Enunciation –
Has become one great big aggravation!
I’m lisping all the time!
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