“Mr Pyre, come on through.” “Pop your bottom in my chair.” “Open wide, please Mr Pyre” Mr Pyre shaking, quaking in his ***** boots. Couldn’t bear the dentist. Was so very scared. Nurse pops on his cape. So no dribble spilled. Mr Pyre, the frightened patient. Wasn’t very thrilled. Dentist stuck his mirror in poor Mr Pyre’s mouth. Sees nothing. Shocked as no reflection seen. Very discreet. All knowing grin.
Working with vampires never ideal. As Mr Pyre’s teeth they grew. Leaped out of the chair. Thought he’d have an early lunch. Dentist was no more. For lunch, Mr Pyre munched his dental man. Ate the nurse, receptionist too. Extracted his cape of plastic. Restored his own. Being a vampire, such a curse! Then from the surgery he flew.