Classic Poem

Egnatius has fine teeth, and those
Eternally Egnatius shows.
Some criminal is being tried
For murder; and they open wide.
A widow wails her only son;
Widow and him they open on.
'Tis a disease, I'm very sure,
And wish 'twere such as you could cure,
My good Egnatius! for what's half
So silly as a silly laugh?