A Visit To the Hygienist
The hygienist cleaned my teeth
And gave a little lecture.
"Your flossing isn't good enough;"
It wasn't just conjecture.
I'm sure that it was obvious
My efforts were exquisite
In just the week or two before
My 6-month dental visit.
I brush each morning and each night
But more than that's annoying.
Unless a poppy seed is stuck,
No floss I'll be employing.
So twice a year I suck it up
And listen to her chiding.
At least a saddle for her very
High horse I'm providing.
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