Floyd grew up in dark Detroit. <br />Father drunkard and annoyed, <br />mother worked for dental clinic <br />what she saw made her a cynic. <br /> <br />Floyd was turning four that day, <br />to his uttermost dismay <br />mother took him to be seen <br />placed him near the Xray screen. <br /> <br />Dentist came and brought a brush, <br />Floyd objected, Doc said 'hush', <br />smeared the fluoride on his teeth <br />Floyd cried 'stop it pretty pleeth'. <br /> <br />Rinsed when finished and then spit <br />only Doc now had a fit, <br />Floyd had, unbeknownst to him <br />on a quite subconscious whim <br /> <br />wet his pants and those of Doc <br />(he could pee around the clock) , <br />Doc exploded, yelled and hollered <br />Floyd got quite upset and swollered <br /> <br />all the stuff he was to spit <br />mother swore that 'this is it ', <br />meaning punishment was due <br />soaked was also her new shoe. <br /> <br />Lady Luck had been attending <br />this procedure which was ending <br />on a note so detrimental <br />what had been a simple, dental <br /> <br />health improving small procedure <br />now had turned into a feature <br />that required major action. <br />Floyd had fainted, in a fraction <br /> <br />of a second Doc was wise <br />he would not again arise <br />without drastic intervention <br />so they took him to detention <br /> <br />in the place called I C U <br />where he first turned white then blue. <br />'iodine, IV and bloods <br />plain films of the upper guts <br /> <br />clear for shock, both paddles, hope', <br />Doc is young, and bright, can cope. <br />All the tricks that they employed <br />couldn't save our Fluoride Floyd.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killed-by-fluoride/
