Frank’s subject this week is Decay.
Of course the thing that immediately comes to mind for me is teeth!
As a kid, the dentist and TV ads were always going on about tooth decay, and for a youngster like me with an incredible sweet tooth, it was always bad news.
Each trip to the dentist meant a filling, or worse, extraction, and I got so fed up I told the dentist where to go. My Mum reprimanded me with a surprised ‘DIANA!’ but I was convinced that if the dentist had his way, I’d have a set of false gnashers before I was 20.
Here’s a little ditty I wrote years ago which was included in one of my early bog posts:
In olden days, when my teeth were mine,
I could smile without a care,
But now I’m toothless and gummy,
And my teeth are over there.
They smile at me from a distance,
Which seems a little bizarre,
As though I’m in bed by the window,
They’re on the sill in a jar.