Tomorrow, my cavities will be filled.
There will be sounds of teeth being well drilled.
It will be resin and not garlic bread.
I won’t be eating mercury or lead.
My cavities start to throb in such pain.
My one hundred dollars is paid in shame.
The dentist will say, “This won’t hurt one bit!”
“I’ll numb your nerves with this fine needle tip.”
With my mouth open, the work will begin.
The smell of smoke is expected within.
Waiting is more painful than I could bear.
An embarrassing drool is what I’ll wear.
I brush my teeth and floss everyday.
Brushing more than once is enough, I’d say.
I grind my teeth at night from daily stress.
These would wear my teeth from more to less.
I do not chew on hard food or hard ice.
My teeth are not quite pearly white but nice.
I have my parents to thank for straight teeth.
I wore these steel braces wrapped like a wreath.
Both under bite and crooked teeth are fine.
These TMJ clicks will always be mine.
I never smoked and I never will.
A kiss from a smoker may be a thrill.
If your have false teeth, I won’t you ask why.
Please don’t smell of onions or I will cry.
The taste of sugar or sweetened desserts
is better than smelling that really hurts.
Revised on 07-08-2006 01:13PM with an attempt at sonnet…
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