Skeletal Fangfest

Oh how I dread the dental visits I attend.
Since age of 18 I had painful memories.
At 18, 2 baby lower teeth with no adult roots underneath
Were yanked from my prized Ivory grill. craters revealed.
A ceramic cast Invited Itself to this festival
A la metal partial fitting. Ewwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeee!
A nightly tin taste till my womb was child blessed.
Away you ugly partial. Never grace my mouth again.
A few years passed and in horror I began to cry.
My molars In pain....HUH? filled with wisdom, not?
Back to the dentist for him to have his fun.
I lost two entire days of childcare after that.
Glad I lived nextdoor to my mom; fun with grandkids.
Half a decade later I decided It was time for a checkup.
I was prepared for another skeletal fangfest.
The hygienist sloshed, scraped and sucked out the gunk.
The dentist Inspected the X-rays and my food processor.
To my surprise no yanking,No drilling, no canals needed!
Whew! There Is a dental god out there.