Best Hygienist Poems
The HygienistThe 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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Categories:
hygienist, health,
Form:
Rhyme
A Visit To the HygienistThe 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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Categories:
hygienist, care,
Form:
Rhyme