The Dentist Gone Barmy

 

The Dentist Gone Barmy

 

 

Your Excellency,

is mesmerizing,

while he flourishes,

a cup of brandy,

before the dentist,

who calls roughly,

'Oh Lordship,'

and falls to his knees,

before the brandy.

 

Brandy in its mesmerizing swirl sweeps over the graveyard,

scattered by teeth fallen out of the mouths of patients,

licking up all of the bones on the ground in their certain clacking,

gnawing and affected screaming,

of patients that have mouths of spirits,

once removed in the dentist's office.

 

These evil spirits of clickity-clacking,

talent remnants from the dentist's sage,

run wild over the mortuaries of this earth,

sweeping up all of the bones of kings and queen's tiaras,

taking precedence over all the other ghosts which had taken up precedent,

of bringing mourners to their sites forsooth,

in truth, and bona fide-

 

And then with such purity and credence to live from,

gained from the stories from their real history,

these clickity-clacking teeth,

acquire all of the sympathy,

and the kings and queens are forgotten,

as are all the other bones,

that once drew mourner's attention,

to their site.

 

Ahhh.

If only the king hadn't gone to the dentist that day.

Why had he whipped his brandy out,

flourishing it before the dentist,

who worshipped it to the point that he became too happy,

at work.

It never does do,

to become slaphappy while toiling.

 

For now,

the teeth have been deposited,

from the king's mouth,

and their clickity-clacking,

their meandering rousing,

within the graves never stops,

for the king's teeth,

were furious  after meeting their fate,

and everyone must gawk at them,

those, the teeth from the king's mouth.

 

For what an enthralling story it is,

to hear of a dentist gone barmy.