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The tooth of the matter

Toothache must be the worst pain

That man probably knows

For women have labour pains

At least we don't have those


I wouldn't mind the wisdom

If only it had come alone

It's the tooth that came along

That has made me groan


It aches when I chew

It aches when I swallow

It aches when I breathe

In excruciating pain I wallow


I don't want any teeth

Just put my food in the blender

Or boil and then mash it

Till it is soft and tender


I will visit my dentist

First thing this Monday

To get all my teeth pulled

So there are none left to decay