What is that metal shine I see,
The glint of steel between your teeth,
That colored grin you flaunt at me—
Have you an explanation?
Are they pasted gems with sticky stuff
Attached behind and underneath,
Or jewels that intend to bluff
Me into fascination?
And what about that ugly wire
That string across from tooth to tooth?
Am I to scorn it, or admire
That tasteless work of art?
They look as if they’d just been greased,
So heathenish, and so uncouth!
To wear them at the very least,
Indeed! You are not smart!
What is that smile upon your lips
That silences my great outburst?
Is there a joke that I have missed—
I do in many cases.
Ah! Now you’ve stepped into the light
I see you’ve got the very worst,
For now I understand your plight:
You’ve got those awful braces!
Yes, it's that troublesome evil that some kids actually have to deal with. I hate them. Everyone says it's for the best, but I still hate them! After getting my braces changed yesterday, and after the pain got so bad I wanted to rip my teeth out, this funny little thing popped into my head. So here it is.