The Dog with TMJ

He sits, jaw ajar, to keep the pain away.
When he chews on a bone there’s a price to pay.
Poor pooch with TMJ.

He’s careful not to yawn too wide,
Or woof too much.
Poor dog with TMJ.

He’d love to howl at the moon,
But his jaw would lock all too soon.
He whimpers: Why is he the dog with TMJ?

This is a poem based on the condition that I suffer from ‘Temporomandibular joint disorder’

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