I had a little problem with a cherry stone and wrote a poem with a little poetic licence about the pliers.
When Grandma bit down on a cherry stone,
She began to curse.
A stone in the trifle she shouted out,
It really couldn't be worse!
Me tooth it is cracked,
The filling fell out,
The tooth is wobbling too.
I need to find a dentist now,
I do, I do, I do.
Now the dentists were all having Christmas,
Christmas pud and mince pies too.
They wouldn't answer the telephone,
They had too much Christmas to do.
Now Gran was very determined,
That tooth was not going to stay.
A wibbling and a wobbling,
It had to go right away.
So Gran she pulled with the pliers,
And twisted it very hard.
Out came the tooth with a cracking,
And landed out in the yard.
Oh, that feels much better,
That feels oh so good,
I must remember when making trifle,
To leave cherries out of the pud.
When Grandma bit down on a cherry stone,
She began to curse.
A stone in the trifle she shouted out,
It really couldn't be worse!
Me tooth it is cracked,
The filling fell out,
The tooth is wobbling too.
I need to find a dentist now,
I do, I do, I do.
Now the dentists were all having Christmas,
Christmas pud and mince pies too.
They wouldn't answer the telephone,
They had too much Christmas to do.
Now Gran was very determined,
That tooth was not going to stay.
A wibbling and a wobbling,
It had to go right away.
So Gran she pulled with the pliers,
And twisted it very hard.
Out came the tooth with a cracking,
And landed out in the yard.
Oh, that feels much better,
That feels oh so good,
I must remember when making trifle,
To leave cherries out of the pud.
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