Poulson The Dentist Poem by Spock the Vegan

T'was a dentist I knew
who caused me to fear
the proverbial chair
for many a year.

He had a talent
for giving you pain;
when you left his office
you said ‘never again.'

He had a long needle
that he poked thru your gum,
then squirted a fluid
that curled up your tongue!

With tongue out of the way
he fired up his tooth drill.
It started with a whine,
then became a high shrill.

You knew you had trouble,
and knew he was uncouth,
when you smelled the smoke
of the burning tooth.

Then he grabbed the pliers
that were in the hot steam,
and pulled out the tooth
before you could scream.