(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.
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