Dentist 🦷

🌸 POEM 1 :-

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The call of a dentist,

echoing through the air and night,

awakens a sense of dread in us all.

The cold and sterile white walls,

lingering with a faint smell of disinfectant,

set the atmosphere for our coming doom.

We prepare ourselves for the drill,

the sights and sounds so familiar

that we can almost feel the pain before it arrives.

The scraping and grinding on teeth

that will never feel quite the same again

as the dentist searches for decay.

We emerge from the ordeal,

hopeful that all will be okay,

but still a little shaken by the experience.

We thank the dentist for their work,

knowing that it was for the best,

as we take a deep breath and walk away. 

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                                 🌸 POEM 2 :-

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Softly the drill goes,

Grinding away the decay,

The smell of latex and antiseptic,

As the dentist works away.

Squeezing the drill,

The dentist works with care,

Making sure the teeth are perfect,

A beauty to behold and to wear.

Precision and care,

The dentist always shows,

Making sure no pain is felt,

As work continues and flows.

A mouth of clean white teeth,

The dentist's work is complete,

A bright smile now gracing the face,

Thanks to the dentist's feat.

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