Her Cup Runneth Over

My friend’s wife ever so kind
she is certainly one of a kind
her teeth that stick out a mile
they will have to do for a smile
an hour she made me wait at the table
before giving water from the stable
The dishes stuck with jewels
of ancient crusts and drool
The sweet a thoroughly cured stone
that shook my teeth to the very bone
the pancakes that landed splat
even looked like flattened cowpat
The mice that ate them died in a pile
And those that didn’t ran a mile
I decided to just eat some buns
And for three days I had the runs
And she said I was welcome anytime
And I clearly heard hell’s door chime