Summer Teeth

Some are here and some are there,
In fact your teeth are everywhere,
I wonder, since you're such a sight,
If you've been eating dynamite?

May I be so bold to ask,
If your face is, in fact, a mask?
Perhaps it's wise to don a hat,
No-one should have to look at that.

I will one day disappear,
But not from cowardice or fear,
More likely that you've got so fat,
You rolled on me and made me flat.

Kissing you I cut my chin,
On razor-hair as sharp as sin,
And since you cut me like a knife,
I'm rueing making you my wife.