I had an extreme fall,
While playing basket ball.
The doctor revealed a fractured tooth,
And said it was as hard as a boot.
He prepared for its extraction,
With my mind full of distraction.
Giving a little twist using his pliers,
Came the small boy like a liar.
The usual smile, I started to avoid,
For all would ask more about the void.
A week after the extreme fall,
I went for shopping in a mall.
There I saw a dental clinic,
Where I could settle my manic.
I checked my wallet for money,
Which matched as said by the honey.
A masked man with an alien goggle,
Asked me gently to gargle.
A couple of tests finally,
Fixed the shining tooth manually.
From then whenever I smiled,
My pals looked like jailed.
Because out on a sunny day,
The other teeth looked like hay
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