The cafe was full of connoisseurs
of the scones. As he bit into his flapjack
a sinister uncoupling took place
and he felt the crown of a tooth jerk free —
to be rescued behind a discreet paper napkin.
Now the geography of his mouth was
unfamiliar, harsh and sharp.
No wonder those Tudors in their portraits
kept their mouths shut.
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