Dental War

Iced was the morning
Flakes finished their glaze-
Time was to go
As much was in the way…

An adult with each step
Trepidation meeting at the door-
A smile behind the desk
As useless as it was for…

Walking the last mile
Sit comfortably in the chair-
“You won’t feel a thing”
We only do things with care…

And in walked the devil
Or a dentist seeming sincere-
Now the adult becomes a child
Thanks to past pain and fear.

Thirty-two warriors
One was down for good,
Two will fight the battle
Or winning, the enemy would.

Costly will be the war
Whether fought or unexplored-
Two roots’ head for the canal,
Before the devil will help much more.