To drool in the company of another
As she pokes and prods in your mouth
Talking gibberish and gobbledygook
While pulling your chin to the south
Then sticking a fist and cold metal
On your seemingly red-carpet tongue
Scoping things out like a treasure chest
As if probing a cushion for one
All the while expecting answers
While my mouth remains ajar
Why do these candid teeth cleaners
Take conversation that far?
3 comments:
ha. cant stand the dentist...mine growing up was named dr malice...no joke...how do they expect you to talk with their fingers in your mouth?
Dr. Malice... how funny!
I think they are just talking to themselves really.
My husband had one named Dr. Payne. This was too funny, at first seemed like an awkward sexual encounter! Very clever stuff, Laurie, and nice reading it aloud, too. Amy
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