Kay Moore


My Dentist - Poem by Kay Moore

When I go to the dentist,
I say this little prayer.
God let him be gentle,
Whenever I go there.
Let my visit be short and sweet,
When I lay back upon his seat.
Let this man with pick and drill,
Send me home, without a bill.
No holes or decay can he find,
Just polish and clean,
Until next time.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I hate the experience and memories that the necessary procedures leave you with, after visiting the dentist,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013



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