had to go to the dentist
'cuz my wisdom teeth were hurtin
He said 'we've got to pull them,
that I know for certain'
The first of the four, an upper
came out easy as you please
it was fully in -
didn't need much expertise
Then over to the lower right
(did i mention all those novacaine pokes?)
The dentist swore, for it was too tight,
and when pulling it, it broke)
'I have to cut and drill you! '
he said with a manic gleam in his eye
there was nothing I could do
but nod and trust this guy
'Close your eyes while I drill'
so began his boring pursuit
I felt a little ill
but he finally freed the root
he closed up the wound
said, 'these stitches will dissolve'
You're half-way done, Dude! '
so I steeled my resolve
Then the right upper
(there are names for these I bet)
he yanked it out so fast
I didn't even sweat.
Then onto number four
way out against my cheek
it turned to quite a chore
I tried hard not to freak
the crackling crunching ceased
It's ended, I thought with awe
then he showed it to me
'it came with a shard of jaw'
Then stitching and he'd done
his attendants placed some gauze
it wasn't very fun
but still I gave applause
I got to keep my teeth
and the bits and pieces, true
but when the toothfairy comes
will there be a bonefairy, too?
Chuck, as usual, you've graced us with another piece of wisdom to sink our teeth into... mine are hurting in the process. Great write! !
Does that mean you are left with no 'Wisdom' now Charles? You certainly put the pain into this one alright. A very gummy poem. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX
A well polished tale, each stanza a perfect extract - ion of all that we fear from the dentist's chair - nicely injected with your trademark humour. Did you ever see Marathon Man with Dustin Hoffman? ! A beaming smile, (without any wisdom teeth - hmm what does that say?) Justine :)
Hahahah...ohhh sorry Chuck...not laughing at your misery...just the last line grabbed me! ! I recommend sending your poem to anyone you know who has dental woes! ! Hugs, dee
Never trust a dentist who call you 'dude'. Good one, Chuck. I cheated - had mine out under general knock-out: p. Nomad
Dentists get a bad rap, except for the ones finding cracks and cavities that aren't there. Meanwhile, bits of us fall off and out, and nothin' you can do abaht it! L
A wise and woolly piece that brings back terrifying memories of childhood drilling and pulling (no wonder my dad had such large forearm muscles!) . You guessed it. Dad was a dentist (and a stoic of the 'old school) and I can still remember the terror of visits to see him in his 'rooms'. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Good subject hiding right out in the open few if any could see it I’m sure. Not a pleasant read for me, probably not for most, when you get down to it wish I thought of it nice tight rhyming here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! Drugs are really the best way to go, Chuck....like far out man! This was funny...as always.