They say it’s just the thought <br />Of going to the dentist’s surgery that makes you fear. <br />That nauseous, sickly smell. <br />Remember gas when I was eight. <br />That sighing hiss, <br />Wheezing dizziness, <br />All rippling water; <br />A bubbling, frothing surge of watery light. <br />A fierce storm. <br />Choking as gas pours down <br />Your sickened nostrils. <br /> <br />Then fillings! <br />Fantastic bendy-armed metal structure <br />Holding a spitting, grinding drill <br />A clumsy horrible shunting thing. <br /> <br />Soon it hits the painful layer. <br />The nerve! <br />A shaft of lightning flashing down <br />Into the air below thick storm clouds. <br />Later: injections: <br />Going in, and in, and in, and in. <br />I cry out with pent up pressure. <br /> <br />Gladly dentists have improved a lot <br />(Back you come from behind that sofa) <br />Yet, as they say, an elephant never forgets. <br /> <br /> <br />(W) and © PB 22\4\2008 from account (W) 16\2\1969.<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dentist-revisited/
