Pulling Teeths

Pulling Teeths

"I have some bad news,"
said the dentist to me,
"You've got not just one...

Not two...

And not three...

You've got four teeth,

+
That I need to remove,
To pull from your mouth,
I'm sure mom will approve..."
"NOOOO!" I screamed,
"You won't get not one!

I need all my teeth,
Like a tree needs the sun.

You won't get one tooth,
From out of my head,
I will keep my mouth closed,
From now until bed!!!"
The dentist just smiled,
"We do have our way,
To get a kid's teeth,
Anytime of the day!"

So there in the chair,
I closed my mouth tight,
And stared down that dentist.
I'd put up a fight...

He took out a machine that had a pink feather,

And it tickled my face,
Like misty cool weather.
I started to laugh,
And when my mouth opened wide,
That man grabbed my tooth,
And pulled it outside.
"Ouch!" I yelled,
With a pain in my gum,
You mean, mean, mean dentist,
You aren't my chum!
He got one,

But that's all,
He would get not one more,
And I slammed my mouth closed,
Like the wind slams a door.
But then the cruel Dentist,
Brought out a machine,
With jaws of its own,
And he laughed really mean...
And the machine tried to pry,
My jaws by the bones!
But I wouldn't let in,
I wouldn't let it get home..
I kept my mouth shut,
Like a door locked at night,

I wouldn't open it up,
I wasn't losing this fight!
I protected my teeth,
Like a dog does its food,

Have my teeth pulled?
No thanks- Not in the mood!

He called in the nurse,
And she started to say,
I wasn't leaving the office,

Until the doc got his way...

"No way!" I cried,
"I'm outta this chair,"
But the nurse said I'd better,
Just stay right there.
I tried to get up,
I tried to escape,
But the nurse held me down,
She was strong like an ape.

The dentist then asked me,
To say just one "Ahhh.."
I laughed,
Closed my eyes,
And just said one, "Hah!"
The dentist got mad,
Mad in a fury.
I was sitting on trial,
And he was the jury..

The judge,

And the jailer,

And the master of mean,

Then he went out,
And brought in another machine...
"This one is made,"
he said,
"for kids just like you,
I only have one,

But I wish I had two!"

I saw the machine with its pincers and tool,

And I screamed at the top of my lungs,
"I'm no fool!!! "
And then I wished,
And I hoped,
And I pleaded above,
To be out of that chair,
That I just didn't love...
I wished so hard,
That it soon became true,
And I was home in my pyjamas,
Which were furry and blue.

Was it a dream? I asked

As I lay in my bed,
And began to count how many teeth,
I still had in my head...

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