Snow White and the Dopey Dentist
Snow White has an ache in her jaw.
Her tooth was cracked by a crunchy apple.
The seven dwarfs had been snoring,
when the doorbell, should have been exploring.
So now, Snow White wishes she could sleep.
Oh that kind of one that is magically deep.
But alas, the witch had picked her choicest fruit,
a poison that brought no sweet-saving kiss.
Where was her Charming, but out with the deer.
His fingers’ on the strings of his fine-tuned bow.
What use did she have for a wake-up call?
She needed someone to extinguish this fireball.
The dentist was a bit of a Dope-y, his drill
tainted by the wicked witch - it wouldn’t be still.
Snow White, turned paler than pale, then spoke woe,
“I’d be better off, if I had died!”
Slowly, sans giddyup, she hears Charming’s approach,
Finally, he disembarked, and she told of the witch’s encroach.
Six little men with beards deep asleep, except Dopey,
the little creep, with his tool ready to unroot…
Charming whips out a yoyo, does tricks, pulls off the string,
ties it around his horse’s harness and the tooth.
Snow yells, “What are you doing?! Noooo!”
This time his giddyup’s not a bit slow.
1/27/2023
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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