Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

My Teeth Are Old and Mean

My teeth are mean
They are old and sad
I grind them keen
I make them mad

My gums are red
And raw and sore
Dental words 
I do abhor

Dental cleanings
Are not fair
I nearly jump
Out of the chair

I have had bad teeth
Since I was little
They break and bark
They are quite brittle


But since I need them daily
Even though they make me weep
I had better reluctantly
Use a brush and try to keep

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Mahtab Bangalee November 12, 2018 at 3:47 AM But since I need them daily; Even though they make me weep /// Oh! Time; you the old gypsy! Granny! No! but so tiny old, shattered, scattered everywhere....// beautiful poem Caren Krutsinger November 12, 2018 at 7:33 AM Thank you. A dentist told me once that for having the world's teeniest, tiniest teeth, they have the roots of a 6 foot 6 man's teeth.

Ann Gilmour November 12, 2018 at 12:16 AM Great poem Caren, it says it all. I never understand why my dentist asks questions when I have a mouth full of dental instruments and all I want to say is 'STOP YOU ARE HURTING ME' arrgh... kindest thoughts Ann x Caren Krutsinger November 12, 2018 at 7:33 AM Thank you Ann. I despise all dentists, and they me.

Rhona Mcferran November 11, 2018 at 9:58 PM I feel your pain- I HATE going to the dentist!! I never understood why they always tell you to use the softest brush and be GENTLE... and then proceed to pull out an assortment of medieval torture devices to scrape, sand, chisel, blast, and drill on your teeth forever- like a miniature construction zone (or demolition site)! ;O Caren Krutsinger November 12, 2018 at 7:34 AM If I ever want to truly punish myself, I make a dental appointment.