God bless the dentists, all of them,
Who carefully tend our teeth.
They know about our cavities
And secrets down beneath.
Mine’s always pleased to see me:
'Can you open really wide?
I want to see what’s lurking
So let’s have a probe inside'
I’m in his chair, mouth open wide.
Escape? I dare not try.
So it’s now he asks a question
And expects me to reply?
He sets about the task in hand
And show’s he’s very willing
To track that hidden cavity
And replace it with a filling.
He’s got me anchored to his seat.
He’s ready to attack!
Thank God it’s not a filling –
He’s just working on the plaque.
My check’s complete, the polish done!
You‘ll know just how I’m feeling.
He’s finished now – it’s time to flee -
My eyes can leave his ceiling.
'We’ll see you back in six months’ time!' -
How can I feel a thrill
When the appointment is for three of us:
Him, me and his big drill.
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This poem was chosen for publication by teachers and children in many schools. It was published in my book of "Funny Poems" along with almost 400 other poems. I hope you also like it.