My Dentist Hates Me
Why does my dentist hate me so?
What have I done to her
to earn the pains I undergo
and tortures which occur?
She pokes and scrapes with tools of steel.
My mouth feels broken, bruised.
I don’t think I deserve to feel
so orally abused.
I bleed. I sweat. I huff and puff.
I moan and wish she’d quit.
Then when she thinks I’ve cried enough,
she says, “Okay, now spit.”
What did I do to make her cross?
My fault, I must confess:
she asked me, “Do you brush and floss?”
I lied when I said, “Yes.”
Thursdays are dog days!