Re-Teethed

Dad’s eldest brother’s son, had just turned twenty one, and Mum put on the party at our place, where his ‘rellies’ and mates, cleaned up the beer and plates, while Uncle Edgar showed a gloomy face. Dad saw that ‘Unc’ was low, for why he didn’t know, so he sat down beside him on the seat. Dad said, “What’s the matter?” ‘Unc’ with gummy chatter, “I’ve lost my flamin’ teeth and I can’t eat!” Dad said, “Well, that isn’t fair”, so took him out to where, a box was opened up out in the shed, and when ‘Unc’ looked in there, teeth grinned ev’rywhere, “Now try an’ find ‘yerself’ a pair,” Dad said. Uncle Edgar was rapt. A pair had fitted apt, insisting that our dentist get reward, but Dad swiftly resolved, “No dentist’s were involved, a good mate gets ‘em from the sewerage board”.