Riff On Hope At The Dentiist Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Hope At The Dentiist



Open wide,
Wider Dear
My oh my,
What have we here?
Oh it's bad,
Just as I feared;
Don't you brush?
Don't you floss?
Root canal
Can really cost;
How good are you
At standing pain?
It's extra for
The Novacaine.

Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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