Molarised.

[noelcauser]

My wife chose to change her regular dentist and of cause dragged me along kicking and screaming. I Hate dentist!
This lass was of Persian EXTRACTION so the poem!
Molarised


I had good reason so I thought,
to seek assistance for my plight.
My molars were collapsing,
and 'twas not a pretty sight.
For eighty years they'd served me well,
but alas their time was near.
I'd have to seek a dentist out,
and that created fear.

See from my early school days,
they were not my chosen beaks.
If the school dentist was on road,
I'd disappear for weeks.
Fillings,tooth extraction and the like,
were not high on my agenda.
Excuses for not attending class,
My gums were just to tender.

I knew the day would have too come,
My choppers were a mess.
Most had passed their used by date,
and were causing much distress.
My wife, she says, don't be a goose,
there's someone you should meet.
Go see this lovely Parisa,
she will sweep you off your feet.

With trepidation I attended,
and much to my surprise.
This Parisa was a classy chick,
me wife weren't telling lies.
She dazzled me with dental talk,
she even called me darling.
A stunned mullet some might say,
more like a well hooked marlin.

Just lay back darling, she would say,
and let me take control.
Don't worry me little darling,
I'll fill up every hole.
Well so help me God I must admit,
I didn't feel a blessed thing.
Even that massive needle,
didn't even have a sting.

Well I'm up and going once again,
and sparking on all fours.
My fear of dentists completely vanished,
and I'll be coming back for more.
I'm hoping on my next visit,
That this lass wan't pull the rug.
For there's one more thing I'm asking,
and that's a good old Persian hug.
Ncauser © 2012

[Neville Briggs]

Good on ya Noel. Good pun at the end