Tuesday, 13 May 2014

May 13: The pearly whites ...


I’ve just been to the fang bosun, he said I’ve got good teeth
As he pushed and as he prodded, everywhere beneath
A bit of a scrub and polish, and then he let me go
Back again in another year, my ivories they do glow

As I lay prone in his chair, I broke out in a sweat
Does this make you nervous, my answer was “you bet”
But I endured it for an hour, then I got to pay a fee
Some perverted kind of torture, you’d think it might be free

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