~THE BECKY COLLECTION~
~The Dentist~
By Becky
(C) September 25,1998
And here is another place that I hate
But I can't help it cause I got a date
I walk in the door with my mouth shut up tight
Don't say nothing, cause I just might bite
I am so nervous my knees knock with fear
Oh lord, why can't I just get out of here
The receptionist greets me with a great smile
Please take a seat, it might be awhile
Oh great! that's what's needed for me to start
thinking of things that will be part
of the torture that might take place in the next room
I sit here and imagine my soon coming doom
Then I start thinking of why I am here
There's a big cavity way back in the rear
Back on the right side, the last one in line
I just didn't brush it I didn't take time
Because I've been lazy and should not have been
I now have a case of bad dental hygiene
The nurse finally comes and says, "please come on back"
I try to look normal but don't have the knack
Inside the room I stand there and stare
And all that I see is that damn dental chair
Where I'll be held hostage for an hour or more
The dentist will take pleasure as she starts to bore
I'm shown to the chair and told to relax,
That's easy for you, how bout my knees and my back
The chair is adjusted, I lie back and then
That's when the long dreaded dentist walks in
She snaps on her gloves a short glance she spares
The tooth in the back is for which she cares
She pulls down the bright light and says open wide
I then saw the giant needle and just about died
Oh Lord is she crazy? And I just want to weep
That needle is longer than my head is deep
Then finally the needle is jabbed into place
I feel a quick zing of pain shoot down my face
With tears in my eyes I can't see her grin
But I bet you that's just what she's doing right then
After awhile my mouth starts to get numb
She opens it up and puts in her thumb
She pulls out my cheek and inserts the drill
I clutch at the chair arms, get stiff and so still
With the sound that it makes, my skin starts to crawl
Then it's all over and she says with a drawl
That should take care of it, What do you think?
I'd really like to tell her but can only blink
She rinses out my mouth and then says to spit
Now that's kind of hard cause my lips just won't fit
So I just try my best not to look like a fool
But my mouth is so dead I can only do drool
She gives me a lecture on how to take care
Of my teeth and gums and I really don't dare
To speak any words that she just might hear
I won't take a chance, I just want out of here
After she's gone, I then turn round to leave
She pops back in with a wait if you please
You have an appointment in just a few weeks
For your bi-yearly cleaning, I cringe as she speaks
I just nod my head and break for the door
When I get outside my heart starts to soar
I jump in my car and reach in the back
Rummage around and pull out a small sack
My own horde of chocolates, I then breathe with a sigh
The taste is so sinful, I then give a loud cry
I just bit my cheek, for it still is quite numb
And I think to myself, you are really quite dumb.
Belljoye
~Though Just A Weed~
By Becky
(C) 9-27-98
It appears each year about this time
The lovely elegant Morning Glory vine
She grows so fast and with great speed
And surrounds all objects, oh, such greed
I remember her as just a girl
How the vine would twist and swirl
Up the porch and down again
So thick the blooms would wax then wane
The beauty of the petals flare
The subtle blues beyond compare
The lovely shade the sun it kept
From my eyes and as I slept
On my pallet of brown and green
The vine surrounded and I'd dream
The shadows that fell across my face
Were made of the most delicate lace
As if created solely for my need
And though it is only just a weed
The Morning Glory as it twists and twines
Will forever be a favorite of mine.
BellJoye
~Retirement~
By Becky
(C) 9-23-1998
The time finally came for him to stay at home
It would be great not to be all alone
Then we can go where ever we choose
Go out to lunch or just take a quick snooze
We cleaned out the closets, then started outside
To pick up the yard, which I can't abide
Then the garage, held no cars, just mostly junk
When I saw the mess, my heart just about sunk
I knew he would never let go of one thing
He'd fight like a tiger and really would cling
"I just might need it" he then would say
I hear that each time I try to throw away
Any small item he'd had so many years
Just an attempt and you might just see tears
By the time he had been home for awhile
I knew what I had was an overgrown child
He followed me every place I would go
Offering advice every minute or so
Each time I'd turn round, there he would lurk
I finally yelled at him, "PLEASE GO BACK TO WORK!!"
belljoye
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