The Filling

Today I helped interview 4 people for a job opening at work, presented a science show to a bunch of kids at a local hospital and topped it all off with a trip to the dentist to have a cavity filled. I started thinking this poem up while lying on the chair.

The Filling

I have a stick inside my cheek

It makes it rather hard to speak

There’s something on it meant to kill the pain

I have a needle in my gums

It’s making half my face go numb

I wonder if I’ll feel my tongue again

I have a drill inside my tooth

And honestly, to tell the truth,

I hope the dentist knows just what to do

And now they’re packing something in

I arch my neck and drop my chin

To make it easier to spread the goo

They’re polishing the filling smooth

And matching every lump and groove

So once again I have a normal bite

And now with ninety dollars less

A long day’s done and I’ll confess

I’m so glad to be back at home tonight