C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!

'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock

and pooched herself abed 

handily at nine o'clock

to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix

dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock

yea just a chip off the

ole likeness ice sculptured block,

a sharp pain inexplicably

shoots thru left shoulder blade

generating painful electric shock,

especially after said missus

threw smelly sock

afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock

partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis

holding frozen designated

bleep within his flesh bound paddock

(as pop sic hull), non dominant side

of mine body hard as bedrock

(spoiler alert, I write with right hand),

despite best college try, could not extricate...

hell no, this ain't no poppycock

yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock,

which affliction froze botox smile

engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion

years of blissful wedlock

believe that and I will another truth,

how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock

of himself, nonetheless an

oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor,

sans courtesy Shylock

still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet

ranked as more than schlock,

(no doubt, ye beg to differ)

with mine chock

lot of badinage, basically self mock

curry verging on persiflage, he

freely types what occurs within raw bitstock

of ma noggin akin to babbling

stream of consciousness

initially intending to divulge aftershock

when wife coos this kook

spewing wry verbal

(barley comprehensible) feedstock

as she mimes deadly smooch

inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc

showing pearl white dentures

aiming to entertain, while listening awk

chilly (inspired to contrive

potschke and pastiche) rendered

(if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.