Ode

Ode to the teeth in the back of my head
If you didn't come out soon, I'd surely be dead
Why God made you, I might never know
The pain you have brought me, brings me so low
I have dreaded this day for so very long
I'm wishing someone would sing me a song
I have arrived at the dentist just now
So now as I leave the car, take your last bow
Till we meet again little teeth, after I'm dead
I will miss you as much as a hole in my head.