BEASTLY TALES

NUMBNUT

Numbnut went to the dentist for him to drill any caries.
Out came the laughing gas, and he was away with the fairies.
Nitrous oxide would do the trick,
Laughing gas, made one happy, not sick.
Now-a-days they use Novocaine.
Perhaps more effective for numbing the brain.

Numbnut, of course, was not his real name.
A sobriquet that had stuck, just the same.
He’d been given that title, he’d certainly not asked.
Now he was at the dentist, so multi-tasked.
“Open wide!” The dentist did command.
“Now, open wider,” He did further demand.
“I should really pull that tooth,”
“But I’ll do a root canal instead, because of your youth.”
“And also because I make much more money.”
“A necessary choice, because paying bills is not funny!”

Numbnut settled down to endure this inquisition,
Painful and tiresome, at the mercy of this physician.
Probing his gums with needles so pointed,
An ache in his jaw, now officially disjointed.
“Today’s procedure will last for an hour.”
“Three more long visits to make you really glower.”
“Then a sharp shock that will jumpstart your heart!”
“As you are given the bill for this dental surgeons art!”