The Dentist

The Dentist

I’ve have nothing against the lad
But only go when teeth are bad
Asked am I well, but how can I,
With mouth  wide open make  reply

He lowers chair so I am trapped
Shouts numbers as my teeth are mapped
He prods then tells that there’s no doubt
My wisdom tooth must be pulled out

Injection done and have to wait
Wonder what’s to be my fate
Pokes around, as I suppose
Those roots must extend to my toes

Keeps a smile, suppress’s frown
As that dratted molars rocked up and down
Can it be his brow perspires
As he sends his lass for bigger pliers

But with a final hefty flick
He at last has done the trick
Gaping hole so in no doubt
He’s got the horrid begger out

Don’t jump off chair as  you’re needin’
To stay longer ‘cos you’re  bleedin’
Shoot out the door, quick getaway
But must return….. forgot to pay

Glenys Halliday