TWO ODES TO MY UPPER LEFT SECOND MOLAR, AFFETIONATELY KNOWN AS NUMBER 15

Two Poems for my Upper Left Second Molar, Affectionately Known as “Number Fifteen” Ode to my Molar — Joan Levin, 3/10/20 Youʼve been right there with me since I was a teen, And now you are leaving, dear Number Fifteen! I brushed you and flossed you, as well suits a Queen, But those days are over now, Number Fifteen! Thereʼll be a big hole where you lately have been, My tongue will search vainly for Number Fifteen! Iʼm sorry you broke! This world can be mean! Requiescat in Pace, dear Number Fifteen! ### Goodbye Number Fifteen Joan Levin, 3/17/20 With Fifteen gone, there is no peace, The battles in my mouth donʼt cease Two smashes Thirty one, by golly, Just like a Frazier bout with Ali! Fourteen vs Nineteen — itʼs not funny, Itʼs just like Dempsey banging Tunney! These battles leave me limp with fright, And thereʼs no referee in sight! ###