Karabel Krusades
My teeth were bad
My family was mad
Horrible dentists I’ve had
You are a dentist, you must be a cad
Forced to your venue
Long awaited dental care was to continue
I prefer to be home enjoying the flue
But my nagging wife I could not shoo
I’ve been told no pain no gain
It’s okay for a cavity to remain
Rather than go insane
Thinking about the forth coming pain
“Anti-dentite am I”, goes my proclamation
“I don’t want any part of your dental nation
I don’t care about tarter formation
Even though my gingivitis is in gestation”
You sat me in your chair
Flipped back you long hair
I started saying my prayer
And may have even shot you a glare
You gave me your word to listen to me
Sure, I thought, you’ll say anything for a fee
Many dentists have ignored my plea
I want to jump up and be free
Ok Jim, just a small pinch
While my gums you did inject, every inch
In my mind I am preparing your lynch
If I feel pain and exert even one flinch
You scraped, drilled, grinded, and polished
Soon all of my tarter had been abolished
My fear you still had not demolished
But my heart of distrust began to be washed
You battled my fear
And anxieties from many a year
You probably saw a tear
And soon my cavities were clear
We went to Sheol and back
In this battle of plaque
You proved you were not a quack
And mine enemies we did attack
My pockets are now bare
It is okay, I don’t care
God answered my prayer
Knowing with me , you were there
Copyright © Ijm Seven | Year Posted 2016
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