My Dentist Poem by Kay Moore
My Dentist
When I go to the dentist,
I say this little prayer.
God let him be gentle,
Whenever I go there.
Let my visit be short and sweet,
When I lay back upon his seat.
Let this man with pick and drill,
Send me home, without a bill.
No holes or decay can he find,
Just polish and clean,
Until next time.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I hate the experience and memories that the necessary procedures leave you with, after visiting the dentist,
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