My dentist he has a new chair,
Tilting and swinging and taking care
Of every toothy emergency.
It can’t take away the threatening noise
Of drills and bits from dental boys
However sweetly maskly smiling.
I want a chair with a tilting hand
Sliding to a never never land
Where fairies gently stroke my brow,
Where ‘there now, that’s al done,’
Is all I hear, and can feel I’ve won
With my knights of the ivory castles.
Written by a patient whom took inspiration from her recent visit and ride on the ‘new chair’.