SPARED MY SOUL

Visit with the dentist

SPARED MY SOUL

I went for a cleaning

It had some meaning

Please spare my soul

Let's rock n roll

Wasn't quite a thrill

They didn't use a drill

Layed back in the chair

They don't use silverware

Set up for an x-ray

It was clear as day

Kinda time consuming

Amazing I wasn't fuming

Brushed on the cleaning paste

It never went to waste

Actually tasted good

Sorta guess it should

Poked and prodded with a tool

Mama didn't raise no fool

It's a good thing I'm liked

Sure as heck wasn't psyched

Then came the floss

I took it like a boss

Gave me a passing grade

Farewell then I bade

Reviews

[sette]

i hate visiting the dentist too, that's for sure and with the words here in your poem makes me think of not visiting him again if I can. thanks for the poem