THE SAGA CONTINUES
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:04 am
I posted two poems earlier this year about my beleagured tooth No 17 and it's root canal treatment, both before and after. This poem advises that "The Saga Continues"
The Saga Continues
As I may have mentioned, I’ve had trouble with my tooth
seventeen – it’s staggered through a really shocking year.
Root canal, part chipped off, a slow demise in truth
of a treasured fang that I’ve held dear.
Another sad episode transpired while on a flight
from Brisbane to Bangkok when all was fine
until seventeen erupted midway through a bite
of Thai noodles and a sip of shiraz wine.
The filling from the root canal had come adrift big time,
landing with a splash in the wine glass,
indicating maybe that this tooth was past its prime
and possibly, “its time” had come to pass.
This feeling was confirmed next day
at Bangkok Airport eating foot long Sub.
One whole side of seventeen from gum did break away,
what was left could join a singles club.
A solemn farewell service was held for what was gone
as it slowly slid down Subway’s rubbish bin
along with empty coke can, that half of molar shone
its new found graveyard friends declaring, “come on in”.
So, back to dentist once again, my second home it seems
first stop on returning to Australia,
the ever lasting memory from the trip which filled my dreams
is that seventeen’s root canal has been a total failure.
I’ll give more donation to his kids’ education,
with nerve in my hip pocket to feel pain,
this time though, I’ll make a stipulation,
never ever mention the words root canal again.
Jeff Thorpe 21 September 2012 ©
The Saga Continues
As I may have mentioned, I’ve had trouble with my tooth
seventeen – it’s staggered through a really shocking year.
Root canal, part chipped off, a slow demise in truth
of a treasured fang that I’ve held dear.
Another sad episode transpired while on a flight
from Brisbane to Bangkok when all was fine
until seventeen erupted midway through a bite
of Thai noodles and a sip of shiraz wine.
The filling from the root canal had come adrift big time,
landing with a splash in the wine glass,
indicating maybe that this tooth was past its prime
and possibly, “its time” had come to pass.
This feeling was confirmed next day
at Bangkok Airport eating foot long Sub.
One whole side of seventeen from gum did break away,
what was left could join a singles club.
A solemn farewell service was held for what was gone
as it slowly slid down Subway’s rubbish bin
along with empty coke can, that half of molar shone
its new found graveyard friends declaring, “come on in”.
So, back to dentist once again, my second home it seems
first stop on returning to Australia,
the ever lasting memory from the trip which filled my dreams
is that seventeen’s root canal has been a total failure.
I’ll give more donation to his kids’ education,
with nerve in my hip pocket to feel pain,
this time though, I’ll make a stipulation,
never ever mention the words root canal again.
Jeff Thorpe 21 September 2012 ©