A Poem : Teeth

I have bones

That are hiding inside my teeth.

It is not like

St Peters wreath.

After my bones

there comes my roots.

they are not stinky

like cowboy boots.

Then there comes my nerves.

There are quite a

lot of curves.

Then there is the gums.

that are light pink.

Boys don’t look at pink

because pink makes the boys wink.

Out of all the parts of

the tooth there is the

enamel. Don’t think they are

an arabian camel.

See you later

alligator. Don’t

forget your toilet

paper. I mean tooth brush.