The Day That Mary Lost Her Tooth
The day that Mary lost her tooth
She felt quite scared to tell the truth.
It’s strange for her to thus behave
As generally she’s bold and brave.
Examining her tooth so white,
She clenched her fist and held it tight,
And through the day inside her head
Began to dread the thought of bed.
When as usual bed time came
Poor old Mary felt the same
She felt the gap between her gums
And trudged upstairs all sad and glum.
One eye open, one eye closed
She crossed her fingers and her toes
She snuggled down beneath the cover
Remembering the words of mother.
“If you’re good and go to sleep
And promise not to stir or peep
A fairy comes and takes your tooth
And leaves a coin by way of proof.”
This promise is what worried Mary.
She found the prospect rather scary.
To think some grubby little thief
Was breaking in to steal her teeth.
Deciding she would stay awake
And catch the sprite who’d try and take
Her favourite tooth, her bestest one,
Sadly fallen from her gum,
She gathered up her teddy bears
(Just in case they might be scared).
She hid herself behind the door
And settled down upon the floor......
.....Mary woke and scratched her nose
She hadn’t meant to have a doze
Fighting off her sense of doom
She held her breath and crossed the room.
She pulled the pillow from her bed
And raised her hands above her head,
For what she spotted underneath
Made her shout in disbelief.
Fifty p., that’s not so bad!
She babbled to her mum and dad
Fifty p. for rotten teeth!
This’ll buy me loads more sweets!
Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2011
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