A Feared Drill
I don't want to even, go there
A hole in my tooth
The drill, I'll always fear
Stick that needle of novacaine, right here
The wretched, screeching, burning
Fill that hole quickly, Doc
So I need not come back here
It's not that I don't like you
The secretary and your assistants are fine
As you can see
My teeth are all in line
I'm still frightened, whoa is me
Squirming in that reclining chair
Beam of light in my eyes
I hope you truly do care
That's it!
I'm through, no more cavity
My time here diminished
Oh! the whitening, fresh breath, clean teeth
I'm finally finished
poem by Matt Mondschein
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