Introduction

I am queezy about seeing the dentist, yet there is a moment each year which always boils down to that dreaded visit. Will I become an X File?

Visit to the Dentist

Each moment, every year
Comes down to this--
An awesome, dreadful
Visit to the dentist;
Will there be a pick,scrape, drill
Or probe?
Thinking about it
Is enough to rupture my frontal lobe.

The dentist is an amiable fellow,
But beware--
He might be an oval-headed alien
With wavy, black hair;
With his pick and mirror
What will he see?
I don't want to end up
An X File on TV.

He tilts me back--
My head nearly touches the floor--
I hope those plyers
Are to fix the door;
Do I smell gas?
It'll dull my mind,
Removing all evidence
Of an unspeakable crime.

A clean bill of health
Is like a governor's reprieve,
Just give me a toothbrush
And I'm ready to leave;
My next visit
Won't come too soon,
But why is the dentist's address,
The Black Lagoon?

Copyright; Joel Bjorling
Email: bjorling@galesburg.net