113 - Keith

I knew this bloke

His name was Keith

He didn’t have

That many teeth

Some he’d lost

To too much candy

Others died

From drinking brandy

And when he smiled

It was quite grim

Insert your favourite

Antonym

As for his diet

I’m being petty

He could only eat

Old cold spaghetti

Drank Coca-Cola

Ten litres a day

Very slowly

He was turning grey

His general health

Was not so great

He was chronically

Overweight

And even though

He used to smoke

All in all

He was a good bloke

So it was no surprise

Whilst overseas

He passed away

From chronic gum disease

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