A quick sonnet before the toothache burns
The paracetamol’s still working now
But fiery waves of pain will soon return
The tides of hell from point of chin to brow
Started in bed but cold juice made it grow
Followed by cold milk on my cereal
These inflamed the upper left gum, and how
Had no choice but to give dentist a call
In person, but with appointment book full
I’ll have to hang on till Monday. I’ll learn
To visit the mouth torturer, allow
Regular charges for his pain and bull
Shit, but not yet. He doesn’t need to earn
Much more, does he? I don’t need him! Ow! Ow!
Fri 23 Jan 2009
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