Even my Dentist felt the attention of my rhyming muse.

Putty In Her Hands

I’m always fascinated
In a painful sort of way,
How I let my dentist hurt me
And then I gladly pay,
She has a special touch
And I’m sure it’s not immoral,
But she knows her way around
When it comes to being oral.

When I step across the threshold
And come into her realm,
I follow her directions
She’s the captain at the helm,
I sit down in the chair
And survey her magic tools,
I hand over my volition
And say yes, to all her rules,
I am putty in her hands
My mouth her territory,
I’ve given my permission
To do it for Old Glory!

Finally she releases me
To venture out the door,
Pain and pleasure all at once
Yes, I’ll be back for more.

Fibril_late; 8/93