Slice Of Pie, Made Me Cry

It was a devious hard crusted
Pie, that took my last good
Teeth.One slip from healthy
Food and doomed to dentures
For life, gourd I cant half get my
Self in some strife,

The ball and chain's only
Been gone half a day off
Visiting her sister in Guernsey,
No booze and junk food she said
'Of course not dear,' I replied,
But as you can tell, I lied.

So now I'm here sitting in
Your dental chair,waiting for
The cast to me made, while
Inside I'm begrudging the
Bag of sand, I may have to
Pay up, for a slice of Bramley
Apple pie, oh guvner I could
Cry.