Poems and Ribosomes
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Brush, Floss, Swish
Brush, Floss, Swish
Betty Rush,
will not brush.
Johnny Ross,
will not floss.
Timmy Nish,
will not swish.
They all got,
some tooth rot,
and won't smile,
for a while.
Now this is sad,
but it's the truth.
The dentist pulled...
every tooth.
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