A sudden jolt of pain like a nail to the brain
From my mouth came a rotten smell, brimstone, surely this is hell
bringing back a memory of youth, when I suffered from a bad tooth
Immediately a dentist I called. Pull it, I balled
I can't he said or surely you'll be dead
You need protection from the infection
Pain will continued to burgeon. I'll send you to an oral surgeon
So with the deferral he made a referral
Not wanting to wait, the pain to sedate
Thinking of time lost and also the cost
home I went my money and energy spent
With the courage pain inspires, I got a pair of pliers
and with little doubt, I yanked and pulled it out
Now I rest in peace from the pain's release
RIP
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I'm very sorry, but judging by these truthful lines, you suffered very much. Please take proper care of yourself. Health is a great treasure.
Thank you for your concern but this was many years ago. I appreciate your review and kind words.
I do hope all is well soren.
Andy
Thanks Andy this was many years ago. Thanks for stopping by.
Great read I just took a Leatherman to one of my last teeth two days ago and if not for the dishrag in my mouth, I would have surely waken the dead. I really enjoy your poems. Merry Christmas 🎄
Thank you so much for digging up this older one. It was one of those that I did as a laugh on the past.
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