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Dental Rockstar
I went to the dentist
It had been awhile
Yet after much drilling
Followed by filling
The bills heaped in a pile
He said come twice a year
Or try to make it three
Brush three times a day
And floss the right way
And maybe just maybe
You’ll be a dental star
Which sounded bizarre
But did what I was told
Though received a scold
From that dental czar
He said come monthly please
To avoid tooth disease
And floss between breaths
Which was not life or death
Though it wasn’t a breeze
But it wasn’t enough
Oh, my dentist was tough
And then he dared to say
To come once a day!
While my tooth he did stuff
He seemed to be leaning
For a constant cleaning
Of all my dirty teeth
Both above and beneath
As if he was meaning
To be on my payroll
Funded by my poor soul
But he wanted power
To clean my teeth each hour
Or he’d have to drill holes
In more of my molars
He was a steamroller
Needing to do more
Which sounded like war
With him as a tooth gaoler
Yet his chair, I was in it
Every other minute
Every single day
For he got his way
And knew how to win it
Still, I did not make the grade
So he tried to persuade
To avoid drilling
And any more filling
He preferred that I stayed
Well I tried to be cross
Asking when do I floss
When he said, I reckon
We’ll clean each second
With no time left to pause
Thus, I reached the high bar
As a famed dental star
With no plaque to cleave
But, with no time to leave
I bid my life au revoir
Copyright ©
David Fisher
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