Mister Monk Goes To the Dentist
Adrian Monk
was in a funk,
Till he got
assistants.
But this particular case
held him in a space,
With which he felt
resistance.
That I can't blame
I feel the same--
Phobia of everything
dental--
Can you, too, admit
while you had to sit,
To a dentist ever being
un-gentle?
Well, anywho,
before this is through,
You'll want to know: here's
what happened--
Anesthesia's effects
blurred the suspects
But despite tooth torture,
Monk tracked 'em!
They took a big model tooth--
Slammed it in front of a sleuth--
But the patient was all in a daze!
(Till big toothmarks seen on the body
Revealed something shoddy,
They thought he was just in a craze!)
But Monk proved Randy saw
dentists breaking the law.
--A murder mystery
planned--
This means, of course,
Lt. Disher's back on the force,
Giving up his rock band.
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