If there’s ever a good time to Dental, I’m sure I don’t know when. It’s like an executioners march to “the chair”, Just to get you in. They have to take “records” of your visit, Lest litigation should ensue. And never ever directly let you see What they are about to do to you. When the time comes for service You’re supplied with a little gas, To make you think of better days and, OUCH!! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT! After a bit they let you out, All light-headed and bruised. And with a smile say “See you in 6 months!” Leaving you very confused. Enough is enough! This will not stand! So I’ve hired a bodyguard named Dan. Dan is strong, Dan is mean. Dan has no teeth For the Grim Teether to clean. The next time that Teether tries to attack by appointment, Dan will intervene! But Dan is imaginary, And I am 10. And my mom is telling me to stop squirming again. Having clean teeth is pointless and, Wait? What’s that creek? And why do I feel funny? Like I have to sleep?