(A nonsense poem!)
God blessed me with bad teeth,
a whole mouthful.
That the few left are good for chewing
is somewhat douthful.
Shut up and look at the camera!
Watch the birdie! Smile! Say cheese!
I shall chagrin and bare it.
I s’pose I could suck soup
up through a straw.
That way there will be no need
to gnaw at awl.
Shut up and look at the camera!
Watch the birdie! Smile! Say cheese!
I shall chagrin and bare it.
The thing about gaps in the gums –
One can’t eat steak,
but then again there ain’t
no toofs to ache.
Shut up and look at the birdie!
Watch the camera! Smile! Say cheese!
I shall chagrin and bare it.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
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Chagrin over not taking care of the teeth? I like chagrin and bear it.
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I couldn’t bear to bare my teeth… ! they all vied for the same spot – lower middle, and over the years one was removed to make room for the rest, and another, and another!
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Oof, that sounds truly awful and a bit like dental malpractice!!
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No – not malpractice – just teeth on the march. Apparently its genes!
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: )
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I loved the play on the ‘chagrin’. Usually, people with a chagrin dare not grin at cameras (or grim poems about their smiles). I suppose getting those fixed can cost a bomb (personal experience) so I’ll recuse myself from grinning right here.
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I wanted to get my teeth stuck into a more serious genre but it didn’t happen – so I just had to bite the bullet.
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Now I know why you use a keyboard in your music
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I should whistle perhaps!
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🙂 🙂
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