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Devil Dentist

Most kids eat junk foods,
Like candies and cake
The next thing you know,
All of their teeth ache.

Go to the Dentist, 
Are you out of your mind? 
That drill and pulling,
Of the bad teeth he finds.

They act like it’s his fault,
He made them all eat,
The junk food that makes teeth aches,
That junk food so sweet.

They lose sleep and suffer,
Stay up the whole night.
And the next day eat nothing,
Cause their teeth just won’t bite.

They can stand all the pain,
Of their teeth as they rot,
But they won’t see the Dentist,
He’s got some kind of plot.

He’ll them through torture,
With his plyers and drill 
That’s after long needles with nova cane fill.

Well all of the above,
Is just so untrue
To give you any pain,
Is the last thing he’ll do.

So visit him yearly,
To keep your teeth clean,
You’ll find he is a nice guy,
And not at all mean
Author Notes For the children (and the whimpy older one's too!)

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Tina Moore

Sweet piece!   good message at the end though...  Tina x

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Chris Nastu

You should read the poem I wrote called Maren.

It's about a girl at the high school that I went to (long ago) That was killed by a so called fellow student, because she turned him down for the prom the same day.

So Sad.

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