dentistA Poem by rae52
Sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for my name How I hate the dentist This isn't some kind of game! She walks towards me, Wafting that awful smell I pretend I haven't seen her I think I'd rather go to hell! I sit in the chair He smiles and says open wide And just as he puts his fingers inside Snap my jaws close I can feel his bone Then I let go "Get out!" he yells With pleasure I do as I am told
© 2013 rae52Author's Note
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