Going To The Dentist

• Laura Ponton, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

Going to the dentist is not much fun!
I see the metal tools and it makes me want to run!
I try to walk out the door without a single sound,
But my mother grabs me by the arm and turns me right around,
I begin to scream and struggle and yell “this is not fair!”
But my mother tells me to be quiet and sit down on a chair,
Then the dentist calls me in I pretend I do not hear,
He took me over to his room as I shook with fear,
He said “lie quite still and open wide,
Let me take a look inside,
What shiny teeth, oh goodness me,
I see that you brush regularly,
You have done great your teeth are fine,
I will see you back in six months time!”
I said to the dentist “thankyou that was fun,”
He said “you are welcome. you can go see your mum.”