I build bridges of silver and crowns of gold.Who

I build bridges of silver and crowns of gold.Who am I?

Thirty two white horses on a red hill, racing on a track I formed, their hooves with lead weights I fill, their head with golden hood adorn. I fasten railroad tracks on enamel tile

, amused at my clever poetry. Oh I was the engineer of this fast train. "Chew, Chew!" I commanded. Then the little brat bit me, jolting me back to reality.Pediatric dentistry isn't

a field I'd recommend for the fainthearted. The little brat--er, that is, Charlie tried to bite another finger, and the dental drill slipped from my grasp. Oh well. That tooth was

to short anyway.

"It's too short anyway" said every slut in the room

And that's when the blingy-clad man walked up to the mic and said, "Say ho, can axe you a question?"

Axel rose up and asked, "You want to borrow my axe?" The bingy-clad man said, "No." His head got bashed in and Axel said, "I answered his question." The backstreet poet society was

at a loss as they frantically tried to come up with a word that rhymed with that. They couldn't even agree how many syllables were needed or where the stress needed to be. Kerplat.