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Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Jordan, the camel

School today seemed to go on and on.
I did go out for half-an-hour though. Big sister #5 teaches scripture to grade 1 kids at school. I went with her today to help her with a short skit she was putting on.
In the skit my name was Samuel, and the kids decided camel sounded better.
Big sister #5 earned the name 'monkey' on her first day, and they still refer to her as that, so it's not too bad knowing others go through the same things as I. She better not bring any more of the family to scripture teaching though or else our family will be known as 'the zoo.'
Monkey, camel! What will they come up with next?

I found a poem yesterday on the internet. Weird, but I like it.

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth
by Pam Ayres

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.

When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!

If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin's,
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.

So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."

How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

Hmmmm, I hope that doesn't describe me in 10 years.

;) Jordan

1 comment:

Rachel said...

This poem reminds me of those Sugar Daddies I gave you when I came...Mom always told us they were terrible for our teeth.