My Phobia
My Phobia
There is nothing I dread more
than darkening the dentist's door....
I would rather feast on frogs,
green and slimy, fresh from bogs!
Just the thought will make me sweat...
for I am but a wimpy fret!
It is a full-blown phobia...
this dental xenophobia!
I rock and roll in trembling fear
when to the dental chair, I near.
I twist and gag in bound reflex
and offer up such sound effects...
all beyond my self control,
for in his chair, I won't console!
It is with great embarrassment
that this is my impediment...
'Tis today these thoughts arrive,
as I sit and type to toothache's thrive...
and shudder as I spill my fear...
my day of reckoning is near...
There is nothing I dread more
than darkening the dentist's door....
For I would rather feast from bogs,
on green and slimy, kicking frogs!
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