Except when it lasts for four painful years.
It makes a sensible person go South,
where they can hid until pain disappears.
The orthodontist perseveres and life
in agony continues on still more.
The suffering and torture invoke strife
on levels that no human could adore.
With tools of affliction the work is done,
the pliers and wrenches cause no harm.
The end is near, the time has come. All fun
and fear of removal cause no alarm.
The relief is now here. The wire that griped
your face is gone. Of the pain you are stripped.
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