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. [Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest Rhyme poetry form only. Deadline: Wednesday, August 31, 2022 Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg]