"The Orthodontist"

Oh, how I dread,
The orthodontist.
The sharp pokey wires,
At the orthodontist.
"Ouch!!"

The first time,
At the orthodontist,
I was ecstatic about getting braces,
From the Orthodontist.
But now I regret the whole experience.

Dr. Roland Rothman,
The lovely orthodontist (yeah right),
Is the one, who tortures my jaw,
Who is guilty of being crooked?
At the orthodontist.
When I cry out in agony, does he care?
No, instead he has a sly smile painted on his face.

He yanks and pulls at my teeth,
That orthodontist.
My jaw is tender and soar,
From the orthodontist.
I get frightened when he sticks the strong pliers in my mouth,
To tighten the metal braces.

He forces me to wear a headgear at night,
And to part with the foods I cherish,
That Orthodontist.
He says it is to make me beautiful,
But it is really for his pleasure.
I hate to visit the orthodontist.

by R.U.