Appointment booked, at quarter past nine,
Everything in order it was nearly time,
Face mask placed, only eyes appear,
Will she recognise and disappear?
In she enters the same old Grace,
No sign of difference on her face,
Extending my hand I greet her warm,
Stomach in knots, it’s causing a storm.
Once she’s settled within the chair,
Gums are numb, and drill prepared,
Work is started upon her teeth,
She feels no pain, just tugging beneath.
Last few touches, and mouth complete,
Passing her water to rinse and spit,
Can she be happy with all I’ve done?
Or wish she’d booked with a different one.
Glancing in the mirror, she stops in her tracks,
A toothless face is what stares back,
Trying to speak, but mouth still numb,
Dribble is all that can run from her tongue.
Once she was my dentist, but never trained ,
Finally Caught by the mistakes she made,
Thrown out permanently, brought to a stop,
Changing my profession, I took her job.
When Grace now smiles a reminder is seen,
All teeth extracted, only gums will gleam,
Her previous patients all got this sight,
When looking in the mirror they got the same fright.
Her pretence as a dentist, she caused so much pain,
This profession I qualified, certificates I gained,
Her x-rays did show, extraction wasn’t needed,
But Oops I’ve lost them, no evidence to prove this.