She Looked Old Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

That damned tooth gave me truckloads of curry
and I had to reluctantly go
to the dentist, her name was Doc Murray
in the town of Antonio.

She was old and her hair gray and thinning,
lots of wrinkles and spots of old age
and her teeth showed no beauty while grinning
but the name had my recall engage.

I had BEEN in a class with a Murray
many years ago, back in Chicago,
once I dated her when in a hurry
and we watched the old film Doc Shivago.

Though unsure because she was so old,
I now queried the lady like this:
'May I be, my dear doctor so bold
since you triggered me to reminisce?

Back then, in the windy city
were you part of Lake Michigan High? '
To myself I said 'gee, what a pity,
she is ancient and life passed her by.'

Then she answered, that ugly fat horse:
' Yes I was, and what class did you teach? '
What a dragon she was and, with force,
she let out a most terrible screech.

'I remember you now, what a riot
it's your age, you look ancient my friend! '
I confess I was destined to try it
use the drill on her mouth in the end.