The Dentist

The Dentist
(A Sonnet)


Profound is my delight in dentistry:
Much deeper, my affection ev’ry day,
To fill each tiny crack and cavity,
While probing for the symptoms of decay.
Each check-up: a challenging adventure –
A chance to scale your tartar – and to bond:
Amalgamating cap, crown or denture:
If you’re orally fixated, I’m fond.
And if you have an overbite to mend,
I’ll gladly take impressions for a brace;
With orthodontic instruments, I’ll bend
A wire, to set a smile upon your face.
Pristine and polished clean, you may appear;
Yet, I see rot beneath your bright veneer.

 

© Theresa van Straten 2005 All Rights Reserved

 

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