11 June 2012
I'd like to say I'm sorry, Apologise in advance, Because life for my poor teeth, Isn't going to get quite pants.
If y'all had only listened, And fallen out on time, Become all straight and perfect, I wouldn't need this rhyme.
As it is, you're doomed, Next week I'll get a brace, And you know what, wonky teeth? I think it's something to embrace.
Sure you'll all be caged up, Restrained by metal wire, But at the end of all the treatment, You'll be something to admire.
To My Teeth. • Opuss № I