A poem about being scared of going to the dentist.

My palms are sweating, I;m nervous as hell,

My mind is racing, I’ve got stomach cramps aswell,

I’m sat in this chair waiting and waiting,

All the time I’m close to fainting,

I’m riddled with pain, It’s driving me mad,

But I’m scared of the dentist, god how sad,

I’ve mustered the strength to get here today,

Now it’s taking my all to sit here and stay,

Why do they leave you waiting so long,

They know you are nervous, It feels so wrong,

So bored of these mags, there all out of date,

I’m really wishing I’d arrived too late,

Now I’m sat here in the big old chair,

While the dentist examines my lack of dental care,

em, oh, yes he says this might hurt a bit,

But i t  feel a thing, I’M SUCH A TWIT.

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