Now, my bad teeth are constantly aching,
I know my judgment was real poor,
But, why should my mouth be so soar?
No wicked things have I ever done,
Except those things that were for fun,
I hid grandma’s dentures and teased the cat,
I put peanut butter on my brother’s bat,
I threw dad’s keys in the swimming pool,
So that day I couldn’t go to school,
I ate mom’s cookie dough when she turned away,
So, there were no cookies at church that day,
I sort of remember a girl on a swing,
I pushed her so hard she slammed into something,
And then, there was my very best friend named Stan,
He tripped into a puddle as by me he ran,
Then, there was my cousin in a canoe,
I toppled him over; he got black and blue,
Then, there was my dog, who liked to fetch sticks,
Throwing the stick over the fence was one of my tricks,
I guess some of the things I did were not nice,
But, I should be forgiven; I did few of them twice,
I did most bad things without a thought in my brain,
So, why am I racked with unending tooth pain?
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