My friend said, “Why not choose better subjects
Say for heaven’s sake, Dentists are painful objects?”
I wonder if life is dentally or mentally lame
While educated cowboys are playing the game
About their ill treatment no where to complain.
So they mess up, guess with your teeth
And they say, “take a comfortable seat,
We will cure your nasty bits”.
They will turn your mouth into a workshop place,
With drilling, grinding, over-charging the only motivation
Wrong or right you should keep quiet no conversation,
Because you are a half paying: NHS patient.
Within the last six years,
The dentist treated me as a grizzly bear:
The same teeth have been crowned three times,
Still I am not saying that all dentists are swine’s
But is a crown supposed to last ten years!
The Dentist said “Don’t lose your faith, our treatment is great,
But don’t forget London’s damp weather and you love cheap beer,
I thought that you were a brave man, what is your fear?
If you live in African jungles it would make your crown last long
When you watch wild life alone, the teeth get a natural bond.
If you don’t believe me ask an Oxford Don
Who will give you a piece of advice and some Unibond.
Ordinary people cannot understand this sort of thing
Are you still complaining of such a little thing?”
My crown was last time low, this time high.
“But we allow for wear and tear, is that clear?
You are making a little excuse; still I call you dear,
In a civilised society you should not have dental fear.