Ring Of Confidence

Eccentric fellow, short of sight
cleaned his teeth most every night.
Kept his toothpaste in a drawer
with tubes of paint and glue galore,
ointments, creams and coloured gel,
which he used he couldn't tell.
Asked which was the taste he favoured,
Savlon, Zinc or Shave Cream flavoured,
his mouth worked mutely for a while,
produced an antiseptic smile,
but couldn't tell us which or whether
through painted teeth stuck fast together