Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the fillings I had,
And the root canals so bad,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
*
I wish I’d been that much more willin’
To floss and avoid all the chillin’
To pass up the candy,
From a lack of foresight that’s grandly,
I’d just chew on me food and keep smilin’.
*
When I think of the plaque that I cleaned,
And the cavities that I have screened,
Potholes, big and little,
Ruined my teeth, so very brittle,
My molars are horribly fecked.
*
My Mother, she told me no end,
“Good teeth are always your friends”
I was young then, and brainless,
My oral habits so careless,
I never had much time to spend.
*
Oh I showed them my new mouth so bright,
I flashed them about with delight,
But up-and-down chewin’
And grindin’ and ruin’
Played havoc with my dainty delights.
*
If I’d known I was paving the way,
To gingivitis, decay,
The pain of the grinding,
And the cost of the binding,
I’d have thrown all me candy away.
*
So I sit in the dentist’s chair,
And I hear his diagnosis in despair,
Telling me what I should have done,
And the toothbrush I should have donned,
“They’ll only last,” he’ll say, “for a few more days.”
*
How I laughed at my Mother’s false teeth,
As she struggled with them clunkin’ beneath,
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me it is beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 