My brother wrote a poem about going to the dentist:
On the way to my dental appointment
I had a vision of a certain ointment
That when applied
Would do away with tooth decay.
Oh I thought to myself,
If this my vision were only true
I could tell my dentist the hell with you.
Unfortunately no such cure is in sight
So I might as well relax and not put up a fight.
Though I do it only because I'm nervous,
Cmon doctor get on with your service
So that i can be on my way
Only to return another day
That there’s no end to tooth decay is true
But the answer lies in what is false
------FALSE TEETH
-Josef Soroken (1978)
On the way to my dental appointment
I had a vision of a certain ointment
That when applied
Would do away with tooth decay.
Oh I thought to myself,
If this my vision were only true
I could tell my dentist the hell with you.
Unfortunately no such cure is in sight
So I might as well relax and not put up a fight.
Though I do it only because I'm nervous,
Cmon doctor get on with your service
So that i can be on my way
Only to return another day
That there’s no end to tooth decay is true
But the answer lies in what is false
------FALSE TEETH
-Josef Soroken (1978)