The crocodile smile is such a pretty sight
as the Egyptian Plover keeps his teeth
pearly white and shiny bright
"Open wide," are words heard from the bird
his dental hygienist who picks and pecks
then eats the meaty spicks and specks
and as the crocodile sheds old choppers
(no tears)
so the avian's not unemployed or at a loss
the croc constantly grows new gnashers
for his new-found feathered friend to floss
Words get lodged in teeth.
A dental hygienist
has actually extracted a few.
Like bats words hang
from the roof of my mouth,
their subsonic squeaks
jiggle its epiglottis
like a witch doctor’s rattle.
The optometrist wears her glasses
over the bridge of her nose
like intimate lingerie,
she moves in seductively
fishes into my eyes;
her searching is a shadow-dance
on the back of an exposed skull.
Once her bright penlight
stumbled over a word
that should never have been out
on its own.
Immediately, a startled brain
put on thick rubber goggles,
I looked back at her like a deep sea fish,
caught unawares by a naked mermaid.
I haven’t seen the dentist
Since pre-Covid days, although
I’m finally feeling ready and
I called to tell him so.
I questioned the receptionist
If he’d received his shot.
Her answer, most evasive,
Let me know that he had not.
I told her, “Have him call me,”
Which he did and when he called,
He said he needed no vaccine,
Which had me quite appalled.
Since he had beaten Covid,
He has antibodies now.
His hygienist does as well;
To that he’d take a vow.
I thanked him for his time but
After seeing him for years,
I’ve found somebody new
Who’s vaccinated, it appears.
We all must do as we must do
So we feel safe and sound
And on this issue what I know
Is I must stand my ground.
Words lodge in my teeth.
My dental hygienist
has actually extracted a few.
They hang like bats
from the roof of my mouth.
Their sub-sonic squeaks
jiggle my epiglottis
like a witch doctors rattle.
My optometrist
wears her glasses like lingerie
low on the bridge of her nose.
She fishes into my eyes.
Her searching
a shadow-dance on back of my skull.
Once her bright penlight
stumbled over a word
she had never heard before.
Immediately, my brain
put on thick rubber goggles,
I looked back at her
like a deep sea fish,
caught unawares.
He is quite the constant hygienist
a licking perfectionist
shows agility with flair
back leg up in the air
my cat the self cleaning contortionist
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 seed is stuck,
No floss I'll be employing.
So twice a year I suck it up
And listen to her chiding.
At least a saddle for her very
High horse I'm providing.
The dentist
Left his dentures
His hygienist pulled his teeth
1-20-18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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 choice
But once I'm up to rinsing,
I've had enough of what she thinks
Is helpful and convincing.
In six months' time, I'll make her day,
For surely she'll be waiting
To see the likes of me again,
All set for her berating.
dentist office
the hygienist removes
my Bluetooth
I come in for my check up.
"Sit down and open wide."
Now the time for truth.
There is no place to hide.
He peers into my mouth,
small mirror in his hand.
Poking here and there,
the bit i cannot stand.
"Open wider please."
I mumble a reply.
picking and a prodding,
i hear the Dentist sigh.
"Not to bad this time,
your not a sweet extremist,
but you must pay a visit
to the Dental plan Hygienist.
No fillings was the plan,
though i know he has the skill.
To keep it really painless,
but i just cant stand the drill!
An appointment is then made.
To have a scale and polish.
The build up of that tarter,
will have to be demolished.
My Mother will be pleased.
She is my judge and jury.
For when it comes to teeth,
she"s the original Tooth Fury!
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