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.”