Friday, March 16, 2012

A sore tooth

A poem I wrote for fun.
I had a tooth in my mouth,
And I really, really, wanted it out.
I told the dentist, and he said “fine!”
“I won’t charge you even a dime.”

He pulled and pulled, and out the tooth came
But I noticed, I still had the pain.
He pulled the wrong tooth, the truth be told,
He had taken the tooth filled with gold.

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