Teeth Tales - Decline and Fall

By luigi_pagano

Wed, 04 Mar 2026
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4 comments
 

Everything was hunky-dory
when I had thirty-two,
but now it's a different story:
all that remains is two.

Eight of them were incisors
for easily cutting food;
were as sharp as razors,
their efficiency was good.

Canines, premolars, molars, 
were parts of the crown
which soon changed colours
from pearly white to brown.

It wasn't just a misadventure
that caused such decay.
Poor hygiene made a denture
necessary without delay.

My dentist's earnest advice 
is that I get implants
but when I hear the price
I explode with angry rants.

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Comments

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

The more the merrier (both teeth and entries!) - Thanks for this one Luigi - hope it's not true!

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Yes, I agree. The more the merrier. I noticed that there was only a trickle of entries and thought it might encourage others to participate. As for the accuracy of details, let's say that aging has played its part, and dentures are essential and adequate substitutes 

Luigi x

 

Submitted by ScoZen on

                                  "...Decline and Fall..."

Re.         "...I noticed that there was only a trickle of entries and thought it might encourage

                   others to participate..."

Thank you Lugi for comment, I'm sure others will, when they read your post, especially when we

have...      "...Read one of the 136,548 stories from our 20,100 authors..."   on ABC tales

 I would like, just 32 toothy tales out of   "...20,100..."    so fingers crossed.     

Regards                

 

 

ScoZen

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Cheers, all the best.