I recently had the not-so-joyous experience of going to the dentist. I’d love to say that I dozed off but the sounds of scraping within my mouth were enough to scare sleep away. The only thing I could do was dream up a poem …
DENTIST’S CHAIR (abecedarian)
zombie-zoned out, and 
yelling, anaesthetized, as
x-rays are examined
willingly by the dentist.
Veneers will be applied where
unbrushed, unflossed; then
teeth will return to pristine white
scaled and sealed to perfection with
root canals explained, all
queries duly answered and
prophylaxis recommended annually.
Orthodontic problems
neatly dealt with in childhood, those
malocclusions changed with braces.
Light scaling achieved while 
kibitzing of local politics and
jokes about implants.
Ignoring blood and spit the
hygienist scrapes unlovely plaque
grinding carefully the while.
Fluoride can be applied over
enamels old and new after
dentists finish drilling out
cavities caused
by eating chocolate
after, and before, dinner.
first published in Hulltown
The Berry Books are perfect for 3-6 year-olds: Berry the mouse, who lives in a tree, gets into funny situations, and has to find his way out of them.
