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A trip to the dentist (Poetry)

Updated on April 15, 2013

My friend Diane has gone to town to have a broken crown ground down

Though she views the dentist with disdain, she prefers him over her tooth pain

The hopes and dreams she has run deep; that he, her dental needs will meet

She will brush her teeth and floss with care, and be prepared when she get there

“You’ve taken care the way you should, but this one crown does not look good.

I see part is gone,” the dentist said, “and the other sides begun to hedge

I’ll shoot some stuff into your gums and then we can begin the fun

I’ll be back in just a bit once the Novocain has done its trick”

She sat alone in that dentist chair, while soft canned music played somewhere.

The Novocain was working well, was her jaw still there? She couldn’t tell

Her lips now felt twice their size, “Are we ready?” he asked and came inside

He sat on the chair to her left side, “Let’s have a look, please open wide”

He started grinding on her teeth; she tried to hide her trembling knees

She smelled enamel and saw the smoke, and the taste, it almost made her choke

He smiled and said, “We’re almost done; don’t tell me you’re not having fun?”

Then he began to grind some more, she longed to reach the open door

But soon the grinding noise had stopped, “Now rinse it good!” as out he walked

So she sat there in that dentist chair, and at the wall paper she stared

Then he came back with a new tray, “Let’s finish, and get you on your way.”

He polished up her new ground crown, and checked the fit, “Now please bite down.”

He said smiling as she walked away, “Thanks for coming, have a nice day

She replied; “thank you sir I’m glad it’s done,” her lip still swollen and feeling numb

She paid the lady at the desk and headed for the next day’s quest

But at least the dentist part was through; ‘Now what else was there for her to do?’


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Title :: Trip To The Dentist
Category :: Poetry
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      must65gt 7 years ago

      I dont think anyone likes the

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      Hello, hello, 7 years ago from London, UK

      A well written and wonderful poem about the worst fears I have.

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      must65gt 7 years ago

      thanks for reading and your comment. God bless

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      Dentist Garland Texas 7 years ago

      Nice poetry. So much related to all of us. :)