I tried really hard to draw something new.
But, alas, I have nothing to share with you.
Nothing but a lousy poem, and here’s the reason why:
Four wise teeth were pulled from my jaw,
Drugs were prescribed, to sooth my maw,
Leaving my brain unfocused, apathetic.
I must be Canadian, I’m so apologetic.
Here are those teeth,
Those crowding culprits.
Bottom, Top, Top, Bottom,
Crowns and Sides.