Stop Staring at My Teeth

Dearest Marie, I have returned.
No more the poor man whom you spurned,
Though poorer looking, your love I earned.
Please stop staring at my teeth.

Lovely woman with gentle hands,
Think not of savage New World lands.
No one in this village understands.
And please stop staring at my teeth.

The cold leaves me distressed
And yet I labor without rest.
How could you be further blessed?
So stop staring at my teeth.

They are different, as am I,
But do not bother asking why.
Just go make me a pie,
And stop staring at my teeth!

Greedy woman, do not take
The choicest morsels that you bake
For this Hunger makes me shake.
Oh please, stop staring at my teeth.

My sweet, I urge you to dismiss
The copper tang left by my kiss.
It was no one you would miss,
So why keep staring at my teeth?