I've had a bit of a toothache over the last 24 hours, so now seems a good time to post a little ditty I wrote a few months back

The WORDS for Poetry and Prose were – Picnic, horrendous, forest, Animal trainer, dentist, climbing.
Out of which I made the following -

“She was only a dentist’s daughter, but she certainly knew the drill!”


I’ll always remember my dentist
The one I had down in the south
He sang songs by Elvis from Memphis
And he always looked down in the mouth –
Orthodontics to him was horrendous
No picnic for him pulling teeth
An animal trainer he’d rather have been
A steeplejack, fireman or thief,
A lumbering Jack in the forest
Or a tar sailing yachts on a reef.

But his mother she loved social climbing
She was always a bit of a snob
For her son it must be a profession
Not for him any second rate job -
But Accountant, or Lawyer, or doctor –
To him they meant nothing but grief
So he ended up being a dentist -
And now he’s fed up to the teeth!