Dental Cruelty
by DCDave

A hint of mirth went 'cross her face
As I cried out in pain,
"It wouldn't be safe," she curtly said,
"To inject more novocaine."

"Just clinch those large aggressive fists,
I've no doubt that you'll make it.
As much as you men can dish it out,
I'm sure that you can take it."

Just my luck I had to go
Where on that day apprenticed
The bane of all things masculine,
Irene, the feminist dentist.

David Martin

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