Oh teeth, why do you hurt me so?
I do not think you're wise.
I brush, I floss, I check you up
yet when I bites, I cries.
Hot or cold, I sip & wince;
my food enjoyment dies.
The black hole sucks my life away
despite its teeny size.
Oh tooth, I would not pull you out
if I have my preference.
I like the way my mouth looks
without holes in the fence.
But teeth, the pain may drive me mad
when it crawls into my sinus.
So if tooth = pain, your wisdom
I will settle for one less.