Rest of Site still under construction but here is a poem.....

Not me!

I'd never be a dentist.
Would you?
I'd never be a dentist.
Not for all the tea in Katmundu.
I've never, ever once considered
the work that dentists do.
'cept that time I'd toothache,
that time when I was thirty two.
The dentist then was bliss.
In fact, I think deserved a kiss,
'cause suddenly,
the pain was gone
and I was happy as a fawn.
The light returned,
my face abeam,
no longer did I want to scream.
That dentist, when I was thirty two,
she was cute, attractive too,
but I'd never be a dentist.
Would rather not
pull teeth,
or cant imagine waking up
and rushing off to do my work.
Being a dentist? No!
It's really not my show.
In fact, dentists are boring,
although cavities are soaring,
so its a trade thats growing,
but I'd never be a dentist.
Not once have I considered
doing the work that dentist do.
Even 'though I liked one once
because she took my pain away
and made me happy, bright and gay,
and had good legs, and fine teeth,
gorgeous hair and whilst beneath,
I'm sure, a sultry smell.
But me,
I wont.
I will never be dentist.
But I saw an advert recently.
One that caught my eye.
A job in science,
that i think
I might just give a try.
I wrote my application.
Sent it in the post.
The money's good, the title fine.
Yes! Thats what I want most.
A job not to be missed
and when I'm asked then I can say,
'Im an Orthodontist'


Marshall Blackett
Copyright 2002
magikmars39@hotmail.com


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