Dental Rockstar

I went to the dentist It had been awhile Yet after much drilling Followed by filling The bills heaped in a pile He said come twice a year Or try to make it three Brush three times a day And floss the right way And maybe just maybe You’ll be a dental star Which sounded bizarre But did what I was told Though received a scold From that dental czar He said come monthly please To avoid tooth disease And floss between breaths Which was not life or death Though it wasn’t a breeze But it wasn’t enough Oh, my dentist was tough And then he dared to say To come once a day! While my tooth he did stuff He seemed to be leaning For a constant cleaning Of all my dirty teeth Both above and beneath As if he was meaning To be on my payroll Funded by my poor soul But he wanted power To clean my teeth each hour Or he’d have to drill holes In more of my molars He was a steamroller Needing to do more Which sounded like war With him as a tooth gaoler Yet his chair, I was in it Every other minute Every single day For he got his way And knew how to win it Still, I did not make the grade So he tried to persuade To avoid drilling And any more filling He preferred that I stayed Well I tried to be cross Asking when do I floss When he said, I reckon We’ll clean each second With no time left to pause Thus, I reached the high bar As a famed dental star With no plaque to cleave But, with no time to leave I bid my life au revoir