Even though all adult teeth of mine extracted
cause the maxillofacial structure of my mouth
affected and afflicted with periodontal disease,
which malady initially made a debut experience
during early to mid twenties of mine
necessitated yours truly to be fitted with dentures
while a boyish quadragenarian
courtesy dental students
at University of Pennsylvania Dental School,
who under the guidance
of a mentor meticulously
undertook painstaking tasks.
If I had my druthers
dental implants would be have been
a cap piddle consideration,
but xrays revealed
considerable absence
of bone loss
(significantly the lower jaw),
now carie me away rendered
by the one hit wonder
maxillary osteotomy blues
with gumption by Matthew Scott Harris.
Post Operative Blues
(I pony up that in the mane,
no horse sense sans stirrups
when this poetic victually composed
about three and a hoof
plus decades ago of caw horse!)
chorus:
maxillary osteotomy aint no fun
for it
deprived me of sleep from
blood encrusted nasal passages,
congestion of the throat
protrusion of wires into
upper and lower inside of gums
and
contained a warning from the surgeon general
not to blow nose or sneeze!
1st verse:
ten days after the operation man
and at last
some sign of feelin good
(or maybe I just got used to all this pain)
can be felt in fits and starts!
chorus:
2nd verse
still my body protested
any minimal amount
of physical exertion!
it quivered and swayed
and found me faint hearted
and light-headed!
chorus:
3rd verse
faith in the healing power
of my body
kept me optimistic
about a time
in the distant future
when all will be well!
chorus:
Now I return back to the future after locating the above poem within the archives dated May twenty ninth ninety eighty eight
I enjoy the taste of broccoli
(scientific Latin name
Brassica oleracea var. italica),
especially seasoned crown
namely called the florets
with a light coating
of PAM and a smidgen of pepper,
and sauteed garlic.
Soon after we returned
to our apartment from Daily Bread
earlier today, this twelfth day of November
two thousand and twenty sixth,
the missus cooked up a storm
of the century.
The last name of Joel,
who co-founded and initially organized
the Daily Bread Community Food Pantry
in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, is Stever,
who established the organization
alongside his co-founder, Loretta Stever,
and yes, both Joel Stever and Loretta Stever
married to each other
as a husband-and-wife team,
and together co-founded
the Daily Bread Community Food Pantry in 1997.
Even as a kiddo,
I liked most every food,
and though rather diminutive
for every consecutive year
of mein kampf,
the appetite for consumption
of yours truly
offtimes astounded and exceeded
capacity parents of mine
to wolf down more food than me,
who prided their second born
and singular son,
whereat he never experienced
a phenomenal growth
lengthwise only waist wise,
and needed to loosen
his belt buckle a couple of notches,
when we (as a family of five -
bookended by an older
and younger sister)
either at a restaurant
or frequent occasions
Dick and Diane Taylor
(they lived in a quaint house
on Cherry Lane
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania),
whence the glutton
within these lovely bones came out
courtesy her quite tasty
home cooked meals.