Woke up with this stupid little ditty running round in my head.
There was once an old woman from Dree
And she was as kind, as kind as could be,
But her teeth were all yellow,
And her breath smelled like the fellow
Hung over in the ally on his knees.
It was a chore, but her friends, the book shoppers
Convinced her to go to the doctors
But when she came to the place
She fell flat on her face
And that’s how she lost all her chompers
Hey, I never claimed to be a poet. 🙂