Gum Disease in Pandemic (HA 66 Rondel)

House Arrest

My mouth is hurting more today.
I may be forced to make that call.
I thought I could hold out till all
this house arrest had gone away,

ignoring ache until dismay
along with swelling isn’t small.
My mouth is hurting more today.
I may be forced to make that call.

Bacteria begone, I say;
to brushing/flossing I’m in thrall.
No matter what, the microbes maul
my jaw and let my molars sway.
My mouth is hurting more today.

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