Spinnin' Yarns

Suzy with the wounded tooth
your aide I cannot forsooth
I long to have you near and steady
to guide my hand at the ready
your cheerful presence I doth miss
your guidance too I must insist
get well, dear Suzy, join us thusly
and tell us tales of your proud puppies
begone tooth pain, your power doth vex
frankly, you're a pain in the neck

(with apologies to old English. And to new English. And everything in-between. And to Suzy, to whom we do send healing thoughts, and hope that she can laugh again without pain)