Our teacher had false teeth; <br />She kept them in a box <br />Inside the classroom cupboard <br />Which she forgot to lock, <br />So we broke in at break-time <br />And took them out to play. <br />They fell into a puddle <br />And turned a muddy grey. <br /> <br />We gave them back to teacher; <br />She had to grit her teeth <br />Or, rather, to de-grit them <br />For grit was underneath <br />Under the muddy covering <br />Mixed with her chewing gum. <br />This made her gums quite tender; <br />She didn’t find it fun. <br /> <br />But later we regretted <br />The mischief that we’d made; <br />When lessons stopped for playtime, <br />Our teacher soon explained <br />That punishment must fit the crime <br />So, for our evil sin, <br />Just like her now-cleaned gnashers, <br />She had to keep us in.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-teeth-a-children-s-poem/
