Going to the dentist - such a treat.
She sat in the chair,
Her mouth open wide
While the man in white
Probed around inside.
Her fingers were folded,
as if in a prayer,
the drilling and filling
was all she could hear.
The TV was on,
high overhead.
While captions scrolled,
she had one thing to dread.
No, not the needle
or even the drill.
Insurance was paid,
so there'd be no bill.
Commercials were done,
The audience cheered,
A few more moments,
Time enough, she feared?
The guest was livid,
Then onstage - the wife,
the dentist was done
when out came the knife.
Springer went dark
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