Poor Mary had the toothache
It near drove her insane
She stuck it out for near three months
Ohhhh! It gave her shocking pain
Then she went to see the Doctor
with a face so very sad
He gave her little tablets
And they left it not so bad
They lasted her a right while
Then suddenly went done
But back came the auld toothache
Like a bullet from a gun!
She went to see the Chemist
For to try and get relief
And he gave her little tablets
`till the toothache came to grief!
Now whenever she'd the toothache
She'd do anything for ease
Ach! But even with the tablets
She was very hard to please!
So she went to see old Blackwood
He's a Dentist down to town
His words were re-assuring
But poor Mary near broke down
"Your teeth are not so bad at all-
in fact they are quite good-
there's just the two I'm doubtful of-
I will pull them if you would?"
" If you would only sign this form
According to the law
I'll guarantee to pull the teeth
and not to harm your jaw."
She signed the form -- got them out
And now she thinks 'tis true-
The one sure cure for toothache
Is the Dentist!! Wouldn't you?
(This is one of the first poems I can remember as a child, that was written by my Father . Recounting an event that had taken place in our daily lives ---- Cora)
