Sunday, September 27, 2015

The Dentist


Artwork by John Federis
 
Warning!
If you hate going to the dentist, don't read this poem!
 
The Dentist
 
by Dawn Pisturino
 
Now I've got you in my chair,
You're not going anywhere.
So open wide, let me in,
And let the painful games begin!
See that molar on the right?
It's in the socket way too tight.
Here's my plier. Please don't move.
I'll pry that sucker from its groove!
Look, there's a cavity over there.
My drill's all ready. Please don't stare!
My hands are shaking, can't you see?
I need your confidence in me.
Oops! The blood is squirting out.
I didn't mean to make you shout!
Your bloody tongue is in my hand.
Sit down! Don't even try to stand!
Come back! I need to suture in----
Oh well, another toothless grin.
 
February 6, 2012
 
Published in the April 2012 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree
 
 
Dawn Pisturino
Copyright 2012-2015 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

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