Tooth Fairy Slayer Poem by Kevin Patrick

Sleep little children, don't you threat
The tooth fairies come, now, to collect
And harvest all, your pearly teeth
Then rip your jaws, with bloodlust shrieks

She comes at Night, when you're alone
And when your parents soundly snore
So when she draws her scythe for mouths
You won't have time to make a sound

Don't raise your lips above the sheets
Encase she spies your shinny teeth
She'll leave you dry, and left for dead
Satisfied her addictions fed

The tooth fairies coming for you
With a black velvet bag of tools
She's coming to squeeze your molars
And make you wear grannies dentures

She's your tooth fairy slayer

Upon a time she was revered
But now her job has made her feared
It's now become a sick obsession
Producing a grotesque collection

Watch out, for, the blue evening gown
The one that has, the crying crowns
Encrusted as white gossamers
Calcifying and sharp as Shears

Her house if filled with cavities
From room to room of travesties
Rotten with putrid enamel
That doesn't come from a Gobi Camel

The tooth fairies coming for you
With a black velvet bag of tools
She's peeling for your incisors
Devoid of any anesthetics

She's THE TOOTH FAIRY SLAYER! ! ! !

Bwahhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! !