The Orthodontist Poem by Phil Soar

He took a first impression and the taste was simply gross
I thought a rubber mattress had been forced inside my mouth
He said although unpleasant, that the taste would go away
I gave him an aggressive look, he then asked me to pay
I thought that was so comical, a charge for my distress
A charge with lots of zero's on, excessive I suggest
I gave this guy a mouthful, although my mouth was numb
I think this orthodontist must have thought that I was dumb.