As the winter came on and the days got rougher

Eating grass became a lot tougher.

The hay they gave me wasn’t sufficient

They started to think that I was different.

But if these problems weren’t enough

My teeth were sharp, out of balance, and rough.

And as my cheeks were blistered and sore

Eating then became a real chore.

There wasn’t much more they thought they could do

They had some ideas but only a few.

They wormed me, rugged me and brought me in

But by then I was becoming really thin.

Then one day a friend did insist

I needed a visit from an equine dentist

Within two days the dentist was here

Assisted by a vet from fairly near.

He opened my mouth and stood back in shock

And said 'Why have you left me to do such a lot?'