Joe swallowed his tongue, he spit it back out.
Joe never knew what his tongue talked about.
His tongue was a liar, is what his ears told him.
It wasn't their fault, his tongue spoke on a whim.
His tongue repeated lies, they forced Joe to read.
Hearing this happening, made his eyes bleed.
 Joe knew he'd be mocked for what his tongue said.
Joe decided he wanted a civil tongue in his head.
His tongue though kept wagging, embarrassing Joe.
Joe finally lost it and quickly shut his piehole.
His tongue was enraged and started beating his gums.
Joe stood there stupidly, twiddling his thumbs.
Joe's face was spasming, he was soon making faces.
Why couldn't his tongue get caught in his braces.
Jill watching in horror, walloped Joe in the jaw.
Knocking his tongue straight down his craw.
Thanks I needed that, Joe said, holding his chin.
Flashing his choppers, through his assinine grin.
D.L. Crockett -- 10/20/22