The Story Of The Tooth Poem by Mark Nichols

At dinner time I said to Dad
I have a lose tooth
Dad, It's wiggling bad
It's the loosest tooth I've ever had

Dad said, 'Fear not, Son, I'll help you pull it
That sucker'll be gone like a speeding bullet! '

With that he got some heavy twine
And tied it around the tooth in question
He said 'kid, you won't feel a thing'
I felt a little indigestion

He tied the other end of twine
Around a golf ball
The orange kind

On the way outside he grabbed a three wood
He smiled at me and said this looks good
His shot was a beauty we watched it soar
I yelled out, 'Aahh! '
He yelled out, 'Fore! '

The ball flew swiftly out of sight
My face turned white with fright
The string pulled really tight
And when the ball had reached its height
My tooth was yanked
Into the night

Well...
I found my poor tooth yesterday
Three hundred and twenty yards away