Salford, 16th November 2018
Sat in the dental chair
With a little bit of trepidation
Each square ivory, wiggled, scraped, and prodded
As the dentist checked for excavation
Reaction to the prodding….censored
It’s not as if they could see the hole or
Nerve they hit
Got to admit, you could hear the cry from beyond the surgery
The Inkwell 
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