The Dentist
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by
sylvia gray
I`m goin` to `t`dentist today
and me tum` `is` `avin` ta pay
I`ts shoutin“ and groanin`
And it wont stop it`s moanin`
Feel so wobbly I can`t think wot ta say.
It`s t` sound of `t` drill that is shrill
Oh I wish they cud give me a pill
To put me ta sleep
While in me mouth `ave a peep
And count teggies that they want ta fill.
I `ave to put up wi` it I suppose
while I count all `t` `airs up `is nose
But I feel oh so daft
And brek wi` hysterical laff
And feel cramp creepin` in ta me toes.
Then tha ` lady that stands by `is side
with t` thing that suction she tries ta“ide
To get all of `t` bits
Wot `t` drill ala`s spits
un` all`t` spittin` I cant abide.
So after t` visit is over
I will go ta `t` pub called `t` Rover
I`ll `knock back a sherry
and make mesel` merry
`und thank god that `t` damn thing is over.
©s gray
