29 June 2012
My mouth is troubled and messed up inside. To the dentist I go to solve its' dilema. My molar it grows a new one to come. But alas its' baby is still wedged inside.
I've yanked and I've pulled. Twisted and turned. Yet nothing has worked. It's still stuck inside. String and a door knob. A knot and a slamb. Nothing has worked. Why are you still there?!?
My mother has tried. My father as well. A puzzling mystery they both can not solve. Now it is left in the hands of my dentist. Who will say "Lets pull it. It's the only option."
So off I go to the dreaded dentist. To figure out this mishapped tooth. My molar will grow. The baby will be gone. And my mouth hopefully will be fixed.
My Messed Up Tooth • Opuss № I