Best Hygienist Poems

The hygienist clucks her tongue
To get her point across.
My teeth will start to rot away
If I don't start to floss.

She pokes and prods; she sands and scrapes
And all the while she lectures.
"A sonic toothbrush you must buy"
And other such conjectures.

I listen 'cause I have no...

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The hygienist cleaned my teeth
And gave a little lecture.
"Your flossing isn't good enough;"
It wasn't just conjecture.

I'm sure that it was obvious
My efforts were exquisite
In just the week or two before
My 6-month dental visit.

I brush each morning and each night
But more than that's annoying.
Unless a poppy...

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