Lower incisor toothODE TO A SHOOGLY TOOTH.

We’ve been as one for fifty years,
Through joyous times and painful tears.
Crushing Hob Nobs, chewing cakes,
Your imminent demise is hard to take.

But I’ve not chewed to the right for a while
And you’ve given my mouth a crooked smile.
There’s no need you remain, now the pain’s abated,
Incapable of doing for what you’re created.

So, why bother clinging to a weakened gum?
Eating my muesli is no longer fun.
Shoogly for a month, it’s simply not funny,
Tooth Fairy, please – just bring me the money.