A cherry stone is dangerous

[Mrs Bee]

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.

[Lumpy]

Now that just made me jitter at the thought.........................

[Mrs Bee]

It was like being little again with a wobbly tooth. Every time I tried to bite hall the ruddy tooth moved.

And I knew it would be several days before I could get a dentist appointment so I dealt with it. I felt so much better when the wobbly bit came out.

The ironic part was that I was at the dentist Wednesday before Xmas because my other wisdom tooth had half of the tooth and all the filling fall out.
The remaining tooth was razor sharp and giving me jip so I had a temporary filling put in that one.

Then the cherry stone got the other tooth.

[Miss Mousetrousers]

Aha Mrs. Bee! You still have the wisdom to write and post your poems. Maybe some clove oil will soothe you or, better still, alcohol has a sterilising effect which will prevent any infection. Your choice!

[Mrs Bee]

Aha Mrs. Bee! You still have the wisdom to write and post your poems. Maybe some clove oil will soothe you or, better still, alcohol has a sterilising effect which will prevent any infection. Your choice!

I wet for the alcohol, clove oil tastes foul.

The poem almost wrote itself to be honest. Added to that I was so flabbergasted that both wisdom teeth had given me trouble this Xmas.

Thank heavens there were no roots in both the teeth or I would have been up that creek without a paddle. I couldn't see myself resorting to poetry under those circumstances. LOL

[Lumpy]

I hate teeth. I have no idea why we were'nt designd the same as whales with boney plates instead.

3 days before my Aunts terribly posh wedding I was sucking on a throat sweet to ease the pain off and when it was paper thin bit it.

Result was that one of my front teeth split from top to bottom - thankfully an unknown root canal meant there was no pain but...................

Dentist ummmed and arrred and said nope it had to go and it would be 6 weeks before anykind of crown/replacement could be used.

I got moan at for not smiling at the wedding...........................

[Snadger]

Do teeth give you a de-ja-vou Lumpy!

[Mrs Bee]

Oh, gawd Lumpy, I do sympathise and empathise with you on that one.

How mean to moan at you for not smiling for the photos. If it had been me I would have pulled a sicky and not turned up.

[KevinM67]

This is probably common knowledge, but I just found out on Boxing Day that Cherry stones/pits if broken down and eaten, can kill you.

They contain cyanide compounds, and only a couple are enough to end your life.

Sorry for coming across a bit morbid - but, just in case anyone shoves some cherries in whole in their juicer/blender/smoothie machine thingy.

[Mrs Bee]

Oh, gawd. I don't liquidise them but I do put the stones in vodka to make a type of homemade kirsch.

I believe apricot stones also have cyanide in them in small amounts but people eat them. I use some to go in homemade peach schnapps and into apricot jam too.