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Poem	Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth, And spotted the dangers beneath All the toffees I chewed, And the sweet sticky food. Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth. I wish I’d been that much more willin’ When I had more tooth there than fillin’ To give up gobstoppers, From respect to me choppers, And to buy something else with me shillin’. When I think of the lollies I licked And the liquorice allsorts I picked, Sherbet dabs, big and little, All that hard peanut brittle, My conscience gets horribly pricked. My mother, she told me no end, ‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend.’ I was young then, and careless, My toothbrush was hairless, I never had much time to spend. Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right, I flashed it about late at night, But up-and-down brushin’ And pokin’ and fussin’ Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite! If I’d known I was paving the way To cavities, caps and decay, The murder of fillin’s, Injections and drillin’s, I’d have thrown all me sherbet away. So I lie in the old dentist’s chair, And I gaze up his nose in despair, And his drill it do whine In these molars of mine. ‘Two amalgam,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’ How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth, As they foamed in the waters beneath. But now comes the reckonin’ It’s methey are beckonin’ Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth. Taken from the The Works: The Classic Collection 2008. © Pam Ayres 2012 Official Website http://pamayres.com/
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