Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 26, 1919 by Various
page 46 of 64 (71%)
page 46 of 64 (71%)
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For lo! there came a crumbling At the back of his mouth and a rumbling, And a sort of sound like a grumbling, And out there popped, as pert as you please, A milky back tooth that had taken its ease For too many weeks and months and years. An object, when loose, of anxious fears, It had now debouched and lost its place At the back of a startled schoolboy's face. Oh, out it popped, And down it dropped In the middle of Greek Last Tuesday week. Yet be not afraid, my lively lad, For you shall renew the tooth you had; The vacant place shall be filled, you'll find, With another back tooth of a larger kind. But a time will come when, if you lose A tooth, as indeed you can't but choose, You must go about For ever without; And, front or back, it returns to you never; You have lost that tooth for ever and ever. So stick to your teeth and accept my apology For this easy lesson in odontology. * * * * * |
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