oral stage

there is a curtain in my mouth
a stage, a band, and some footlights
i open wide for every show
or you can watch between my bites

the chorines dance upon my tongue
the shootouts transpire by tonsils
between my teeth, soliloquies
and jugglers demonstrate their skills

with comedy my whole mouth laughs
which makes it hard to open wide
at tragedy i tend to weep
tears fall and blur the act inside

loud bands make other mouths complain
i shrug my arms to pass the blame
the last show was a bit risque
expect tonight's to be more tame

eclectic are the offerings
with shows to suit most any age
the critics notice my bad breath
so daily i must brush the stage