Bony greying woman in a plaster-spattered coat <br />Mixes stuff of which they're formed with mind afar-remote <br />Pours the moulds, prepares their beds in fluffy little piles <br />Therapists in pastel scrubs fly in and out with smiles. <br /> <br />Schooled to their desired shape in template alginate <br />Mallow soft to nougat hard, delivered, lives oblate <br />White or pink, uniquely formed with pegs arrayed askew <br />Four-percent neanderthal effects are coming through. <br /> <br />'Dog ate the retainer' states a form and gives her pause <br />One way or another pesky canines are her cause <br />Trims and shapes didactically, prepares them for the fray <br />Pristine 'fore the onslaught, knows they'll barely last a day. <br /> <br />(Note; refers to the models on which dental appliances are built)<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-elegy-for-plaster-teeth-part-1/
