T'was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
A chocolate chip cookie was calling out
To my mouth ("Eat me!")
I couldn't resist
But went straight to work
I bit on that cookie
Then yelped with a jerk.
When what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
But a piece of my tooth
The size of 8 tiny reindeer.
So after tomorrow
When all is calmed down
I'll call the dentist
And run into town.
The moral of this story?
Stick your diet
or your teeth might make you pay
$500 to the dentist
after a Merry Christmas day.
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1 comment:
ouch, what a bummer!
I'm not sure what kind of person can stick to a diet at Christmas. Surely not the kind of person I'd like to hang out with.
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