Dentist

sandie on Jul 6, 2009

Tags: dentistry, health

A man who loves your teeth.

I am a dentist my name is Keith
You get to sit in my chair
My job is to look at your teeth
So I need you to relax while I have a stare.
While others wait anxiously on the couch
As I bang and probe around
Hoping that you may say ouch
As I probe your mouth for fillings to be found.
While you wait you can hear the drill
It’s not a pleasant sound
Going to the dentist is not our favourite thrill
Nor is it a place where you want to stick around.

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BrandonGates on Jul 6, 2009
That reminds me… I must go to a dentist these days.
ladybaby on Jul 6, 2009
One of those things in life that we hate, but that has to be done. A tooth ache will make us run to a dentist.
Ramalingam on Jul 6, 2009
Nice, well said.But we have given all the liberty enjoyed by the dentist at our mouth world.Will he miss a chance ? Thanks.
Lostash on Jul 7, 2009
UGH!!! I hate the dentist!! Lots of bad experiences I’m afraid over the years. Nice piece though!
jamesII on Jul 7, 2009
Unless you are Brink–with guns! Good poem! I love your simple writing style. Fresh–like spring water–in mist–spray me more!
SunshineRay on Jul 11, 2009
lol, i like this, i hated going to the dentist when i was younger. talk about torturous!

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