VI
By missing one appointment,
I’m no longer on their list,
thus, my pearly whites,
to them, no longer do exist,
so, if my gums start bleeding
there’s no national elixir,
I will join the achy crowd,
called the pincer-wincers!
Chorus (x4 at the end)
Scream! Pull! Scream! Spit!
Pop co-codamol!
For we’re the pincer-wincers,
who’ve been left out in the cold!
V2
Then there’s roofer Alex,
who hails from Basingstoke,
telling us his story,
that he ails from his throat,
his pliers act as doctor,
his food is made in mincers,
now he joins a hurting crowd,
called the pincer-wincers!
V3
It is so hard to smile,
in such a pantomime,
a true logo, of this should be,
Barclay’s broken canine,
a fight can be extraction,
including them called Windsor,
so, let’s all join a painful crowd,
called the pincer-wincers!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2023 12:18
- Comment from author about the poem: There has been a story recently, in the UK, about another strain caused by the bad running/lack of money in the NHS. People can't be allotted an appointment to see a dentist, thus some people, have took it upon themselves to do some DIY dentistry, most likely in the form of "self -extraction!" I myself, have been a victim of this. Thus, I thought I would write a town shanty entitled "Pincer-Wincers", which features Alex Gray (mentioned in verse two), who became his own dentist, by using his pliers for the best part of seven years! His actions aren't disgusting, the State is! The reason why I have chosen the accompanying banner picture, is because they are sugary macarons, thus it is an apt symbol to the divide of those who can, and to those who cannot afford to eat them! I hope that you have a good sing along, I hope that your dental plan and service is better than mine, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Comments1
Ouch, my sympathy to all who must suffer so. I sang along to the tune of "Gilligan's Island", and fit nicely. Fortunately, here in the States, we are rewarded for being old with our Medicare System that provides dental care. I wish you better, hopefully pain free, days. Great poem, but I gotta say I winced all the way through.
Thanks for the read and for your concern Bella, it's very much appreciated.
Granted, some of my dental ailment, is due to things that were/are in my control, as some things do taste ever so good, and in the past, I have chosen to partake in some dangerous shenanigans.
I'm glad that your dental situation, in the US, is a good one, though I do hope, that this frustrating spell with the NHS at the moment, is only a temporary one.
I've heard of Gilligan's Island, but I don't think we had it/have it over in the UK, but I've played the theme tune, and I definitely see how my lyrics could fit. When reading back these lyrics, in particular the verses, I could also here the song Cool for Cats by Squeeze.
Thanks again, and I do apologise for any mind-forged pain in singing along.
I hope that all is well.
All is very well, thank you my friend. Being of the older persuasion, I had never heard of Squeeze, so I went to YouTube and found the video of Cool for Cats. Loved it!! Now I'm energized for the day. Keep 'em commin' dear poet.
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