The Fifteen Best Poems About Teeth
Poets have not been silent on the subject of teeth. One of the oldest known laws, “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” comes across with more poetry than prose. Happy teeth, sad smiles, dentures, and the enigmatic Tooth Fairy have all been the subject of poems. Here are some of the best our wordsmiths have come up with!
By Dr. Seuss
This informative poem/guide book by the legendary Dr. Seuss should be required reading for curious children and their dentists. Who has teeth and who has none? You’ll learn the answer by the time you’re done!
And never bite your denstist’s hand
When he works inside your head.
Your dentist is
your teeth’s best friend.
Bite carrot sticks instead!
By William Blake
No stranger to the beauty and sadness of juxtaposition, the Romantic poet William Blake reflects poetically on smiles of all kinds, with the last one an elusive smile that ends all misery.
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
By Phil Bolsta
A young child is the victim of a sibling prank and loses all their teeth. But a twist is in store that’s sure to encourage the entrepreneurial spirit.
Last night when I was sound asleep,
My little brother Keith
Tiptoed into my bedroom
And pulled out all my teeth.
By Roald Dahl
In this humorous children’s poem by beloved author Roald Dahl, a hapless dentist finds his day totally a mess when his next patient turns out to be a mischievous crocodile with dental problems.
The crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist’s chair.
He said, “Right here and everywhere my teeth require repair.”
The dentist’s face was turning white. He quivered, quaked and shook.
He muttered, “I suppose I’m going to have to take a look.”
By Shel Silverstein
From the famous Where The Sidewalk Ends Dentist Dan is a cautionary tale about a less-than-reputable dentist whose sugar-based practice yields questionable results.
Nentis Nan, he’s my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed,
An ten he filks my cavakies
Wid choclut cangy — I tink he’s
The graygest nentis in the lan.
Le’s hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.
Le’s go to Nentis Nan dooday!
Sure, go ahead and call us hopeless romantics when it comes to finding the very best dental poem for you. After all, it’s not just any profession that earns such spontaneous and copious poetry, right?
Let’s take a peek at our most recent literary discoveries:
Though the house what busy joy,
Just because the infant boy
Has a tiny tooth to show!
I have got a double row,
All as white and all as small;
Yet no one cares for mine at all.
He can say but half a word,
Yet that single sound’s preferred
To all the words that I can say
In the longest summer day.
He cannot walk, yet if he put
With mimic motion out his foot,
As if he thought he were advancing,
It’s prized more than my best dancing.
Every year, the candy is here.
And all that chocolate and Three Musketeers.
Every year, a dentist’s delight
This day of candy, a night of fright.
And even if I do have a cavity
This candy has their own gravity
To come to me and have a fight
The dentist needs to drill my teeth tonight
Up and down and round and round
I brush my teeth to keep them sound;
To keep them sound and clean and white
I brush them morning, noon and night.
Although he didn’t like the taste,
George brushed his teeth with pickle paste.
Not ever was his mouth so clean,
Not ever were his teeth so green.
(to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”)
Here’s my toothpaste
Here’s my brush
I won’t hurry, I won’t rush.
Working hard to keep teeth clean
Front and back and in between
When I brush for quite a while
I will have a happy smile.
My tooth fell out and left a space
So big my tongue can touch my face,
And every time I smile I show
The place where something used to grow.
I miss my tooth as you can guess
But now I have to brush one less!
I will put my tooth in a pouch
And on the pillow lay to sleep
In the morn in it I will peep
And find a gift for me to keep.
Out with the baby teeth
In with the new
Brush every day
And CHEW, CHEW, CHEW!
Once I had a little tooth
That wobbled every day;
When I ate and when I talked,
It wiggled every way.
I have a little space in the middle of my face
And in that space, there used to be a tooth.
It was little, it was white, and it just fell out one night.
And a fairy came and took it – that’s the truth!
The fairy left me money when she took my tooth away-
Took it from the pillow it was under.
What do fairies want with teeth they get from underneath
My pillow as I’m sleeping? That, I wonder!
Oh, I lost a tooth,
Whatever shall I do?
I’m left with a window and my tongue is sticking through.
I laugh and I giggle each time I look at you!
Oh, I lost a tooth
Whatever shall I do?
Once I had a wobbly tooth
That wobbled to and fro,
Every time I ate my toast
I thought the tooth would go.
But then I ate a candy,
A sticky toffee roll,
Now where my wobbly tooth was
There’s nothing but a hole!
I had a loose tooth, a wiggly, jiggly loose tooth.
I had a loose tooth, hanging by a thread.
So I pulled my loose tooth, this wiggly, jiggly loose tooth.
And put it ‘neath the pillow when I went up to bed.
The fairies took my loose tooth, my wiggly, jiggly loose tooth.
So now I have a nickel and a hole in my head.
Sitting in the dentist’s chair,
Wishing that I wasn’t there,
To forget and pass the time
I have made this bit of rhyme.
I had a rendezvous at ten;
I rushed to get in line,
But found a lot of dames and men
Had waited there since nine;
I stared at them, then in an hour
Was blandly ushered in;
But though my face was grim and sour
He met me with a grin.
He told me of his horse of blood,
And how it “also ran”,
He plans to own a racing stud –
(He seems a wealthy man.)
And then he left me there until
I growled: “At any rate,
I hope he’ll not charge in his bill
For all the time I wait.
His wife has sables on her back,
With jewels she’s ablaze;
She drives a stately Cadillac,
And I’m the mug who pays:
At least I’m one of those who peer
With pessimistic gloom
At magazines of yester-year
In his damn waiting room.
I am a Christian Scientist;
I don’t believe in pain;
My dentist had a powerful wrist,
He tries and tries in vain
To make me grunt or groan or squeal
With probe or rasp or drill.
But oh, what agony I feel
When HE PRESENTS HIS BILL!
Sitting in the dental chair,
Don’t you wish you weren’t there:
Well, your cup of woe to fill,
Just think of his infernal bill.
Go on – admit it. You now feel better about seeing your dentist, right? So go head and click over to our contact page and make your appointment.