Daily Poem Entries

This Won't Hurt a Bit

This Won’t Hurt a Bit

If I leap in the air,
behave like a hare,
groan ever so deep,
or shout in my sleep,

If my look is downcast,
complain to the last,
sigh like romancer,
and give surly answer,

speak only in mumbles,
make lists of my grumbles,
my problem’s not youth
and is more about tooth.

You see I’m not mental,
the pain is now dental.
I should have seen dentist,
get him to prevent this.


Line count: 16
Rhymed aabb
For The Daily Poem, 03.11.26
Prompt #11 for March: Anything dental-related. Must have at least one tooth reference.