I felt like re-reading this old poem. The situation presented here is very pertinent to what is going on in my life now...will tell you more later. For now, I present Ogden Nash.
One thing I like less than most things is sitting in a dentist chair with my mouth wide open. And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope hopan. Because some tortures are physical and some are mental, But the one that is both is dental. It is hard to be self possessed With your jaw digging into your chest, so hard to retain calm When your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life line or love line or some other important line in your palm, So hard to give your ususal cheerful effect of benignity When you know your position is one of the two or three in life most lacking in dignity And your mouth is like a section of road that is being worked on And it is cluttered up with stone crushers and concrete mixers and drills and steam rollers and there isn't a nerve on your head that aren't being irked on. Oh some people are unfortunate to be worked on by thumbs, And others have things done to their gums, And your teeth are supposed to being polished But you have reason to believe they are being demolished. And the circumstances that adds to your terror Is that it's all done with a mirror, Because the dentist may be a bear, or as the Romans used to say, only they were referring to a feminine bear when they said it, an ursa, But all the same how can you be sure when he takes his crowbar in one hand and mirror in the other he won't get mixed up, the way you do when try to tie a bow tie with the aid of a mirror, and forget that left is right and vice versa And then at last he says, That will be all, but it isn't because he then coats your mouth from cellar to roof With something I suspect is generally used to put shine a horse's hoof, And you totter to your feet and think, Well it's over now and after all it was only this once, And he says come back in three monce. And this O Fate, is I think the most vicious that thou ever sentest, That Man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition When the chief reason he wants his teeth to be in good condition is so that he won't have to go the dentist.
hey hey ill be the first comenter person lol it was very very good lol i like it lots...you should write a book or sumthin cuz u defiantaly got talent!!!
I just post this coz I can't hold back to saying how foolish the first anonymous was in attrbuting the poem to th person who posted the original article.
He is an out and out fool. Man this poem is by the American poet Ogen Nash.
hey hey ill be the first comenter person lol it was very very good lol i like it lots...you should write a book or sumthin cuz u defiantaly got talent!!!