In the Dentists Chair
I come in for my check up.
"Sit down and open wide."
Now the time for truth.
There is no place to hide.
He peers into my mouth,
small mirror in his hand.
Poking here and there,
the bit i cannot stand.
"Open wider please."
I mumble a reply.
picking and a prodding,
i hear the Dentist sigh.
"Not to bad this time,
your not a sweet extremist,
but you must pay a visit
to the Dental plan Hygienist.
No fillings was the plan,
though i know he has the skill.
To keep it really painless,
but i just cant stand the drill!
An appointment is then made.
To have a scale and polish.
The build up of that tarter,
will have to be demolished.
My Mother will be pleased.
She is my judge and jury.
For when it comes to teeth,
she"s the original Tooth Fury!
Copyright © Ned Flanders | Year Posted 2011
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