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The Truth
Back at the dentist again
She says, "Can you handle the tooth?"
"Please cut out the jokes, I'm in pain
Give it me straight, what's the truth?"

"Well, you need yet another extraction
The tooth has to go, I'm afraid."
"That's the fourth one this year," my reaction
"Do you think it's of money I'm made?"

"You're going to need something to chew on
Unless you like soup in a cup
I can make you some dentures to glue on
Or get some posh implants knocked up."

Well, teeth in a jar I don't fancy
To be kept, just in case, by the door
So call me a bit of a Nancy
But the implants are what I went for.

It costs though an arm and also a leg
The answer's crowd funding I know
If I do this then I won't need to beg
I'll call the page gobbo for Hobbo.

By Hobbo

A contemporary poet with a Yorkshire sense of humour

9 replies on “The Truth”

Dentist and I have this argument after every cleaning – need to cap this or crown that or snoodge that. BS! You keep at me, I’ll just have’m all yanked and make my own. Found out she”s just bought a conundrm condominimum retirement home in Aruba. Well, she wants ME to buy it. Lovely write. You need after that work a sit down, I think.

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