Who's Gonna Brush My Teeth?

Poem By Robert Edgar Burns

Who's gonna brush my teeth 
When I'm gone?
Will they use a short stroke
Or will it be long?

Suppose they can find them
Sitting in the jar,
Over at the sink
Not at the breakfast bar?

If they go on vacation
Will a sitter have to come?
And maybe they'll be careful
When working on my gums?

They won't have to feed me.
Won't even need a treat.
And choking is not a problem
If you don't ever have to eat.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
This very idea is one big giant flop.
I haven't even had a tooth for over 20 years.
But thanks for thinking of me,
That really was quite dear!

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