Sunday, September 27, 2015

The Dentist

Artwork by John Federis
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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