RANDOM HANDSHAKES - ALI H. RADDAOUI

Saturday, December 21, 2019

THE SOCKET

Indeed I am no three am-er
Type of guy
But last Saturday, or was it last summer
Pain spikes were more severe
Than a screwdriver could bear
I called my dentist, Miss Overa, 
She was, I guess, sound asleep
She could hardly hear 
The torture in my cords.
She came nonetheless
Within half an hour
With a needle, a gauze 
And something of a plier
And lo and behold
Pulled out my middle-upper tooth
In as little as a quarter of an hour
Truth is, I am all the wiser for it
And best of all,
The pain subsided within the hour.
Other than the gaping socket,
The impact, I felt, 
Was rather insignificant
Except that it left me
Thpeaking with a lithp. 




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