Ain’t it a bitch!
Life just ain’t fair!
The enamel is ground down,
the dentin’s bare.
There must be crowns!

Bite was amiss,
causing the grooves
inside there where ground round
from cows with hooves
one time was found. . .
dentition crowns.

I have to stop the chomping chores
that over the years have led to many molar scores.
The dentist’s chamber I’m in, and I’m blue, also scared.
But teeth aren’t fine,
must be repaired.

Enamel’s sparse,
almost none here;
what isn’t gone is quite gaunt,
a mere veneer.
Dentition crowns
are needed, it’s clear

But I ain’t rich
and costs are dear;
instruments shiny fill me with fear.
Prepare me for crowns;
there’s got to be crowns. . .
indebntedness [sic] near.