Oh tooth, fraught with wisdom!
Thou hast been with me many a year. Thou hast given me pain, with which thou has taught wisdom.
Not much pain, perhaps mostly when gnawing on a teething carrot. The wisdom I have obtained is that for adult teething, chilled carrots are delightful.
Thou art my last holdout. I forsee that I shall not miss thee. Why, doth thou ask? Because I have freakish dislike of all things uneven. Thou art the uneven-ness maker in my mouth.
Please do not make it harsh for me. I have a Sharing Time for the children on the Sabbath, and a Song to sing in a trio of praiseful worship in front of many people on that same day.
At roughly 3 o'clock we shall part ways. Please make this a hurried leaving. Do not cling to me. It shall be better for us both.
I shall never forget thee from the first I felt you swelling underneath my skin, to the first sharp points that marred the carrot.
Farewell, O wisdomus tooth.