The Tooth That Lies Unseen

The Tooth That Lies Unseen

Within the walls of Westminster reigns,
A tale of teeth that play amusing games,
For Andrea Leadsom, with words sincere,
Claims infants sport teeth before they appear.

Oh dear, oh dear, a comical notion,
Tiny mouths with teeth in hidden motion,
An 18-month wait, she firmly insists,
While skeptics scoff, their doubts persist.

Imagine the secret smiles that lie,
In the unborn’s mouths, hidden from the eye,
With gums empty, yet teething within,
A dental paradox, to all chagrin.

Oh Leadsom, we chortle and we jest,
At this peculiar claim you’ve brought our quest,
Of teeth not seen until life’s lucid stage,
An embodiment of curious outrage.

Yet, in this whimsical tale we find,
A reminder of wonders for the mind,
An ode to innocence and the unknown,
Where teeth may sprout before they are shown.

So let us celebrate this toothy bliss,
A moment of laughter, not to dismiss,
For in our mirth, we learn to embrace,
The unexpected wonders of the human race.