Hey guys, I had jusr started to write a short story, but got a terrible toothache at the same. So instead of story this is what came in my mind.
Toothache
Oh my God not again
In two of my teeth I have a big den.
It gives me pain, it makes me cry,
And the moment it happens, I feel like I’ll die.
I cannot have hot, I cannot have cold,
Even if I do so, they punish me for being bold.
Sometimes I wish I could pluck it out from its socket,
So that never again will I get those gum pockets
I met a dentist and called me at one.
But I knew this business is still undone.
He drilled my teeth, he had them bored,
Just like a drilling jack at road.
Finally the filling was over and done,
And I ran off to ice-cream parlor to have some fun.
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