Grin

Cheshire Cat sat with his coat of silky hair,

All combed and shiny, showing utmost care.

His claws were filed to perfection,

His whiskers parted and curled in each section.

 

But oh my, as he put on his famous wide grin,

Pardon the onlookers – they were more honest than mean!

Crooked, broken, gap-toothed, stained with yellow and brown –

Alice’s frightened gasp all but made him frown!

 

“Eat all you want but brush you must,

Floss and rinse, in scaling you must trust.”

As Alice said these wise words to address the grave issue,

Cheshire Cat promised to care for the most important tissue.

 

With time he mastered the art of disappearing into thin air,

But his beautiful grin remained – that pearly white immortal pair!

 

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