I broke my tooth on Christmas pudding sweet
A silver coin had steamed beside dried fruit
And after eating sausages and beet
The pudding tempted me from worried doubt
We had a goose and chicken in a pot
Roasted carrots round potatoes dwelled.
I made the claim I eat less than my cat
Yet truly has my super ego swelled
Then the pudding with its holly red
A jug of custard and a pot of cream
I wished that I had appetite inbred
And all the world was an erotic dream
The dentist looked with care at my clean teeth
Nothing broken,wonders never cease!
How my heart sings 