Jasper's Mouth In Dire Straits
Scenic Toothbrush came to a screeching halt
Jasper’s habit to bruxate had ruined his mouth
His teeth were in ruins. What was the point?
Plaque jumped around taunting scenic toothbrush.
She felt intimidated.
She dialed 911. Asked for the supervisor.
The tooth faerie rarely got calls,
Especially not from Scenic Toothbrush.
Photos were texted back and forth for six minutes.
Jasper’s mouth was in dire straits.
Are they fixable? These teeth were devastated.
The most horrific case ever.
They decided to let them fall out
One by one
Gingivitis disease.
It was the only way.
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