A sore tooth

A poem I wrote for fun.

I had a tooth in my mouth,

And I really, really, wanted it out.

I told the dentist, and he said “fine!”

“I won’t charge you even a dime.”

He pulled and pulled, and out the tooth came

But I noticed, I still had the pain.

He pulled the wrong tooth, the truth be told,

He had taken the tooth filled with gold.