There is sweat pouring down my face like a river And I’m shaking all over with utter terror Slowly, unwillingly, my feet drag me in the direction To the place where my horrible fate lays waiting
Oh God! What have I done to deserve this? One on each side they flank me, there is no escape They lead me into the grey room, I cast my eyes about There it sat, in the middle, looking deathly ominous
It was the chair of doom, waiting for me, almost alive They escorted me to it and I had to sit myself down The arms wrapped around as if to prevent escape Next to it, were the instruments that would be used
Now that I was in the chair what was to happen was inevitable It was only a matter of counting down the remaining minutes Then I heard those dreaded words, those fateful words “Open your mouth, let’s see which tooth is giving you trouble”
shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England UKApr 4, 2013
A lovely build up Steve but the punch line says it all love it Then I heard those dreaded words, those fateful words “Open your mouth, let’s see which tooth is giving you trouble” magic
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoApr 4, 2013
Okay Steve good one my friend Nice build up to the punch line.
smmerwindSan Francisco, California USAApr 5, 2013
This was really suspenseful Sterve.
Thanks for the read.
paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandApr 5, 2013
I hate this chair of doom steve,I sat in it twice in my life one to get a root canal done and another to get two teeth put in and I decided thats it for as long as I live,I'm never going back to one again.Wonderful write steve.
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Then I heard those dreaded words, those fateful words
“Open your mouth, let’s see which tooth is giving you trouble” magic
Thanks for the read.