Big Buck Teeth.
What happened to my sunny smile?
That charming grin that used to beguile
Has not graced my dial for quite a while.
Nowadays my smile looks like it’s slipped,
Nowadays I find I’m keeping it tight-lipped,
The ol’ enamel’s looking cracked and chipped.
My teeth no longer whitely gleam,
My once winning smile, it does now seem
Is a sight to make a dental hygienist scream.
My snaggle-toothed smile I would repair;
It was only as I lay back in the dentist’s chair
That I realized this could become a painful affair.
Now, I know a visit to the dentist
Is a joy and pleasure not to be missed,
You’ll leave smiling- if you’re a masochist.
Yes, one visit can cause quite the thrill,
So, embrace the sweet agony of the drill-
The truly traumatizing bit is getting the bill.