The Dentist.
Sitting in the dentists chair,
I wish I was any where else but here.
Am I scared no not I,
look at my clammy hands and you know I lie.
I look around the sterile room,feeling and sensing only gloom.
I see the instruments by the side,
wondering what secrets they hide.
The door now opens wide,
a man in a white coat steps inside.
"Good morning Mr Dunford how are you today"
Keeping my cool,"very well "Isay.
He is now in front of me,and says"open wide let me see":
As I open my mouth wide I feel the instruments
poking inside.
The next words "two fillings are missing,"
don't help at all I wish I could run away,
but I know I have to stay.
As the drilling starts you can hear my heart,
my pulse is getting faster,
I think I am going to fade away,
no please God not today I don't want to go this way.
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