Love at Eight

I waited and I waited just in case she’d been delayed I stood there feeling foolish, though I acted undismayed A movie and some popcorn might have won her pretty smile And I was very keen and so I waited quite a while Perhaps she didn’t like the fact I had a missing tooth I’d heard another one would grow and hoped that was the truth I hoped to tell Jemima of the money that I’d found… “Hid my tooth under my pillow and it turned into a pound.” Jemima, as my girlfriend wasn’t stretching much belief I didn’t have much money, but I had a lot teeth Losing one seemed scary, but the outcome could be great Because, you see, the tooth fairy was paying for our date But then I felt a flutter as Jemima said “Hello.” She covered up her mouth and said, “There’s something you should know, I’ve also lost a tooth and now I’m ugly as a witch.” I said, “And I’m a warlock but, with all these teeth, we’re rich.”