When trying to chew your daily fodder a mouth sore can be quite a bother. You must make sure your teeth evade it Lest you inflame and irritate it.
Often when you try to speak It chafes against your pointed teeth And causes such a searing pain That seems to paralyse the brain.
And brushing your teeth is a dreaded chore; The bristles could exacerbate the sore. Unless you want to start and end your day wincing You'd better stick to plain oldΒ rinsing.
You try to laugh at someone's jest But manage a queasy grin at best. Your face can handle limited expressions, Mostly wearing a look of mild oppression.
Now, if you ask me, tea only has leverage When it's sipped as a piping hot beverage. Lukewarm, it tastes unappealing But you can't have hot things when the ulcer is healing.
And what makes me even more miserable Is that the time the darned thing takes to heal is considerable. Meanwhile, I will just have to wait And apply the choline salicylate.