I know a lady dentist
Whose touch is not as sweet as her smile
She seems really nice
But not with those tools in her hand
It will take just a minute she says
But the pain that follows lasts for days
The whirr of the drill
Sends me down the proverbial hill
The shades of whites and blues
Puts the frenzy on cue
Not even her soothing words
Can make the pain less worse
Whenever I have to eat a candy or sweet
I stop to consider which is meet
The pains I can hardly bear
Or the lady dentist's smile so dear
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
I know a lady dentist
Whose touch is not as sweet as her smile
She seems really nice
But not with those tools in her hand
It will take just a minute she says
But the pain that follows lasts for days
The whirr of the drill
Sends me down the proverbial hill
The shades of whites and blues
Puts the frenzy on cue
Not even her soothing words
Can make the pain less worse
Whenever I have to eat a candy or sweet
I stop to consider which is meet
The pains I can hardly bear
Or the lady dentist's smile so dear
I wrote this to commemorate World dentist day March 6th
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