Forsooth

Forsooth! My husband lost a tooth; The fairy never showed. He called the dentist, figuring Some loyalty was owed. The secretary set a date But since we are away, He could pick up some dental glue To last another day. Instead, since he is not in pain, My husband chose to wait. A brand-new crown is what he needs And what is on the slate. Until that time, the tooth remains Wrapped up in silver foil. Although to parts original I guess you should be loyal... There comes a time when you must cede Your body parts to age. A chapter ends and though reluctant, You must turn the page.