Dentist
Sitting in the dentist’s office
Waiting for my turn
What will my mouth’s treatment be?
Will it sting? Will it burn?
I look at books; I turn the page
I don’t want to see
Any people now in pain
‘Cause the next one in –- is me!
The nurse has flowers on her blouse
To quell my fear and calm
I think I’ll run from here to home
To save me from this harm
“What’s that you say? You called my name?”
I bravely smooth my hair
Down the hall I take myself
And mount a shiny chair
The nurse then enters, hangs a bib
Then unpacks a tray
Full of picks, pliers and tongs
“Don’t worry; all’s O.K.”
“Did you say nice? Did you approve?
My teeth are fine you say?
You know I wasn’t worried
But, I’ll be on my way.”
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