Just a week before Christmas and here I go again…
I fell back and hit my head on the hard concrete floor
And when I did two of my upper front teeth took flight
One was last seen traveling in route to sunny Florida
I guess it made the move in hope of staying warm
The other landed on the ground and begged to be reinstated soon
As for me I have found it is hard to curse when your mouth is full of holes
I called the dentist but he is gone for the holidays
So I seem to be out of luck
Looks like I will be eating soup instead of jams and ham
And drinking plenty of rum….
Note: Fruitcakes in my house are Weapons of Mass Destruction
so I take my rum without cake…please
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ted! Look like you had some bad luck there sorry to hear! Hope you still will be enjoyin your holiday without to much pain. The Rum might help some! Thad