My dear friends, I must tell the truth
My problem is a broken tooth
A hole won't bite, it doesn't chew
It does no good for me, nor you
Lost molar teeth will not be missed
They do not stop you being kissed
They're not on anyone's wish list
But they bring business to dentists
The dentist smiles 'though I look glum
A root canal costs a large sum
You pay more if it's quickly done
You're sedated, so you can't run
Holes do not help you smile, you pout
Things could get worse, I have no doubt
Why does a loose tooth hang about?
I hope that it will not fall out!
I've searched around the internet
And haven't found the answer yet
Some of the options I have found
Best, composite filling; worst, a crown
Stop grinding teeth, what'll be will be
No alcohol, coffee, nor tea
Salt water gargle, soft as silk
And store the broken bit in milk
What more can I do, beside
Picking toothpaste with fluoride?
It's bad news my bones are crumbling
Life expectancy is tumbling
I asked a clairvoyant nearby
'How long before teeth and I die?
I'm eighty.' 'Twenty' was her reply.
'Good news,' I gasped. 'That's plenty!'
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I asked a clairvoyant nearby
How many years
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