The challenge is easy - write a poem about what a smile means to you.

It can be a tale of being a top brusher, or a journey about how a simple smile makes you feel.  You can write about teeth, gums, flossing, sugar, visiting the dentist, happiness or friendship.  It's entirely up to you.

We're looking for poems that move, excite, amuse, and inspire us. 

And most importantly, poems that make us smile.

How to take part

  • Pen your poem and post it to social media. You could even post a video of yourself reciting the poem.

  • Include #SmileMonth into your post so we can share your poem with thousands of others.

  • In your post, challenge three friends to take on the challenge and submit their own poems.

If you are not on social media, don't worry. You can also send us your poems by email. We'll publish the very best ones.


If you need a little inspiration, take a look below at the most well-known National Smile Month poem, written by Pam Ayres.

The most famous National Smile Month poem - 'Oh I wish I’d looked after me teeth!'

To mark the very first National Smile Month in 1977, poet Pam Ayres penned 'Oh I wish I’d looked after me teeth!' for us.

Many years later, it would be voted into the top 10 of a BBC poll to find the Nation's 100 Favourite Poems.

A truly special poem that celebrates the importance of having good oral health.

Oh I wish I’d looked after me teeth!

By Pam Ayres


Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,

And spotted the dangers beneath

All the toffees I chewed,

And the sweet sticky food.

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.


I wish I’d been that much more willin’

When I had more tooth there than fillin’

To give up gobstoppers,

From respect to me choppers,

And to buy something else with me shillin’.


When I think of the lollies I licked

And the liquorice allsorts I picked,

Sherbet dabs, big and little,

All that hard peanut brittle,

My conscience gets horribly pricked.


My mother, she told me no end, ‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend.’

I was young then, and careless,

My toothbrush was hairless,

I never had much time to spend.


Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,

I flashed it about late at night,

But up-and-down brushin’

And pokin’ and fussin’

Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite!


If I’d known I was paving the way

To cavities, caps and decay,

The murder of fillin’s,

Injections and drillin’s,

I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.


So I lie in the old dentist’s chair,

And I gaze up his nose in despair,

And his drill it do whine

In these molars of mine.

‘Two amalgam,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’


How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,

As they foamed in the waters beneath.

But now comes the reckonin’

It’s me they are beckonin’

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.