Poem off to the dentist
By Fiona Cummings
Off to the dentist to sit in the chair of pain
Opening wide again,
What makes anyone want to do such a job
Do they enjoy me having a good sob
They must get off on the sounds of screams
How do they sleep and have sweet sunny dreams
All that drilling
Can’t be so thrilling
They don’t get oil or gold
They yank out teeth of old
The music that plays in their rooms
I mean, is it a party, should they have balloons
What is it with the X-rays, when they have to run out of the
torture zone
Leaving us in there all
alone
You don’t even get
happy gas anymore
Just a needle that makes you pass out on the floor
Oh God help me today
These words I pray
Lord place your hand over my face
Damaged teeth you can
replace
A mouthful of beaming pearly whites please
I beg you on bended knees
I will be a good little
girl from now on and eat no sweets
No more treats
Just tell my dentist I don’t need to be there
No need for her kind gentle care
Or for her to hurt like mad
And make me feel so blooming bad
Ok, I will spoil her day
But all my dental fears will go away
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