He was hoping for new implants So none would look at him askance They'll shine and they'll gleam So his smile will beam The ladies he soon will en-trance
She will have to have an arranged marriage Hoping it doesn`t disparage Who will come forward? And not feel awkward. A rich man with horse and carriage.
I can`t stand that old grouch from Gravesend Her grumpy ways she`ll have to mend Her face hangs so low She can`t find a beau Some dowry cash she`ll need to spend.