Killed By Fluoride Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Killed By Fluoride

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Floyd grew up in dark Detroit.
Father drunkard and annoyed,
mother worked for dental clinic
what she saw made her a cynic.

Floyd was turning four that day,
to his uttermost dismay
mother took him to be seen
placed him near the Xray screen.

Dentist came and brought a brush,
Floyd objected, Doc said 'hush',
smeared the fluoride on his teeth
Floyd cried 'stop it pretty pleeth'.

Rinsed when finished and then spit
only Doc now had a fit,
Floyd had, unbeknownst to him
on a quite subconscious whim

wet his pants and those of Doc
(he could pee around the clock) ,
Doc exploded, yelled and hollered
Floyd got quite upset and swollered

all the stuff he was to spit
mother swore that 'this is it ',
meaning punishment was due
soaked was also her new shoe.

Lady Luck had been attending
this procedure which was ending
on a note so detrimental
what had been a simple, dental

health improving small procedure
now had turned into a feature
that required major action.
Floyd had fainted, in a fraction

of a second Doc was wise
he would not again arise
without drastic intervention
so they took him to detention

in the place called I C U
where he first turned white then blue.
'iodine, IV and bloods
plain films of the upper guts

clear for shock, both paddles, hope',
Doc is young, and bright, can cope.
All the tricks that they employed
couldn't save our Fluoride Floyd.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 26 October 2005

Thanks, I needed this! Sincerely, mary

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Ernestine Northover 26 October 2005

That's a pretty shocking story Herbert, we don't know what we are likely to be asked to take, we tend to accept it all as OK. That's a kind of sad poem really. Sincerely Ernestine

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 26 October 2005

Makes you think about all the toothpaste I accidentally ingested as a kid....hmmmm

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