I’m feeling lazy, so I’ll write a poem. I’ll call it…Tooth Fairy.
Living in a world far from our own
She takes what people mistake for bone
And makes out of those for herself a throne
She waits for your calcium phosphate food grinders to fall out
Many a people feel one thing regarding her existence: doubt
When you don’t get money, she makes you deeply pout
Quite a gross thing if you ask me
I’d prefer a statue of a tree
But who are we to disagree?
I feel like this should be at least a little longer so I’ll write a fourth stanza
Maybe something relating to the parties she throws—extravaganzas
About how she competes with another myth for the most popularity—Santa.