Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Teeth Holder

Personal pistol

I was born with a pistol between
my teeth, ready for a
quick shot,
not a
chew,

No one bothered me as I grew
older, I kept my
weapon where
everyone
knew.

When I smiled the barrel could
be seen, it was as
though it was
meant for
dismay,

It was a menacing feature and
kept everyone at a far
distance, they
had to keep
away,

Yorktown Disciple