THE STORM IN A TEACUP

[Jeff Thorpe]

A sequel to my poem "The Words I Hate to Hear" submitted a few weeks ago about my pending root canal treatment.

Mention of Brekky Creek T Bone refers to Brisbane's Breakfast Creek Hotel, famous for the generous sized and tasty steaks served at its bistro.

The Storm in a Teacup

Why was I so worried, it didn’t hurt at all,
now that I’m all root canalled I can stand up tall.
Admittedly the wallet came out black and blue
but that part was expected, from the start I knew.

At last I can anticipate a bite of juicy steak,
not that froggy Tartere, but one I can partake
in testing tooth seventeen, see that it’s been mended
back to a strong chomper as the exercise intended.

No more soup and pasta, or noodles and white bread
I can chew on toaster sized multi grain instead.
Brekky Creek sized T Bone will circle on my plate
peanuts will be gobbled, on that there’s no debate.

As well, I can advise there’s also more good news,
my dentist and his family are going on a cruise.
Don’t know where they’re going, think it’s on a yacht,
pleased to know my visa card has subsidised the lot.

Jeff Thorpe 29 March 2012 ©

[r.magnay]

Yeah Jeff, the most painful part of the trip to the dentist is the stop at the counter on the way out!

[Neville Briggs]

If only we were like the sharks...their used teeth fall out and new ones come up to take their place.

[Jeff Thorpe]

G'day Ross, Hi Neville
The dentist is now suggesting a return trip within 6 months to have a crown fitted over the root canal. This has gone over like the proverbial lead balloon.

Regards, Jeff