Please don't help me with my toothache,
it just will come out wrong,
both hours of my sleep last night,
tell me that there are two things that will meet,
somehow ... , and make you miserable...
... hurting teeth and hurting feet!
I' m sorry, but, I thought of this,
between early morning throbs,
trying to distract myself ...
with my pillow in the right position,
... I was successful for 2 hours!
At Five O'clock this morning,
I gave up ...
It hurts like hell, that's all there is ,
with aspirin ringing ears,
and a stomach in a tizzy ...
... today has got to happen!
Well, I got it done...
now please leave me alone to die!
... for a day or two ...
at least!
If you took advantage of me...
the key words are ...
- - - a day or two!
A toothache's rarely fatal,
to the one with that misfortune,
that is not to say that it's not lethal,
to the one that finds that funny!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwwwwww...poor Barry...would you like some cloves for that toothache? ? Hey wait a minute...just before I go feeling all sorry for you...Archives? ? ? hugs, dee