Keith had bucked teeth
that concealed underneath
a lip that was constantly wet.
He needed a brace
that wrapped round the whole face
but the question was
Dentist
or Vet?
Although not a horse
as a matter of course
he contacted old Mr. Spice,
the vet in the town
who advised with a frown
he could work out a way
and a price.
But poor Keith said
“ Grief,
are you sure you do teeth?”
when he looked at the pliers he’d use
Old Mr. Spice grinned
as he grabbed at Keith’s chin,
and at that point how could Keith refuse?
A twist on the crown
then a push up and down
and in minutes Keith’s teeth
were extracted.
But when he inspected
he hadn’t expected
NO teeth
So he seemed quite distracted.
“How on earth will I whistle
or chew up my food?”
screamed the toothless young man in a spin.
He was sick to his teeth
which by now were beneath
Mr. Spices’ old sink
in the bin.
“That’s 25 pounds.”
said the vet looking round
in his drawers for a handful of change.
"If you get an infection
I'll give an injection
and tablets
I use to cure mange."
But poor toothless Keith
wished he still had his teeth,
or even a false set
would do.
But with neither a stump
nor a post or a lump,
there was nowhere to
smear on the glue.
So with only gums left
poor Keith was bereft
and the new look
had changed his whole face.
He now wished he'd seen
the dentist who’d clean
and then polish and fit him a brace!
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