Sitting here in the dentist chair
your breath I did not want to share,
I prayed to God you’d ware a mask
whilst undertaking here your task.
You walked toward me with a grin
around your neck a mask so thin,
when spoken to I looked then gasped
across my face your mouth had passed.
Damn this garlic stench was strong
It made me heave its evil pong,
my eyes they watered from the smell
you were a dentist sent from hell.
With mouth wide open there I lay
unable to talk, what could I say ?
you held a needle in your hand
I could not move or even stand.
My tooth you fixed, you done it fast
I hope to God that it will last,
cause now I’d rather suffer pain
than smell your rotten breath again.
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- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME (Now 20,000+) Part 7 Humour by cricketjeff.
1250 points, ended January 15, 2008, 43 entries
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Many thanks Brian for an amusing poem. The thought of a dentist with hallitosis is quite revolting.
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Sue and Jeff -
Love it! - so very funny and true in some cases, I'm sure. I was curious to read yours, as it goes with my entry theme somewhat! Good luck in the contest.
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this was very amusing.
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LMAO
Great one swettie thanks for the smiles I needed that.
love,
Delila -
LMAO
Great one swettie thanks for the smiles I needed that.
love,
Delila
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outstanding
This had great rythym. very funny.
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