“MOLAR-MIGRATION”
While settled in my movie seat
I sense a presence near my feet.
I'd like to shout, but do not dare.
I whisper, "What goes on down  there?"
He sobs, "It's worse than words can tell.
I'm searching for my caramel.
It seemed to pop out of my face.
I know it's somewhere in this  space."
I'm forced to wonder how on Earth
A caramel attained such  worth.
He says he'll find it in a minute.
"I've GOT to, pal. My teeth are  in it!"