Original Poems by Frank Roberts, Patient of Stones Family & Cosmetic Dentistry

Children never think of growing old
But most know they have a mouth of gold

The tooth under the pillow you place at night
Where did it go in that magic flight

Someone was here I’m sure of that
It surely was not Fluffy the cat

Who left this bright coin and did not tarry
I can only guess that it’s my good fairy

Can’t wait for my next tooth to fall out
I’m getting so rich I have to shout

We all get upset and so we whine
To soothe our feelings lets go out to dine

We think of wars and wish they were over
Rearrange our lives so to live in clover

The newspaper tells us all the bad news
Just turn on the hose and wash away the blues

To cut the national debt pull the
knife from the sheath

Sure sounds easy
but it’s just like pulling teeth

Don’t you remember when I was young
Wasps and bees I sure got stung

Cut my finger and scraped my knees
And hollyhock flowers made me sneeze

Tore my pants and shirt buttons lost
Barefoot in summer, cold hands from frost

Penny candy is what children ate
Never knowing our ultimate fate

The drill goes down and I start to moan
And big vibrations, just smell that bone

No pain killers used in those old days
If you don’t cry dad’s dime is all it pays

The dentist was kind and very willing
Alice you can mix your own filling

Can’t eat for an hour so the silver can set
Mom say not for awhile any candy you get

Inside the many dark canyons below
No eyes can view the pain I know

Nor heat nor cold can calm this rage
Discomfort abounds in this hidden maze

Those fibers have aged and crying for relief
Delicate is the cure but not beyond belief

By drilling and probing the nerves there corral
Thanks to him who discovered this root canal

He treats you like his own I know
Even first time patients feel all aglow

His touch is gentle his manner is mild
A kind work for dad and praise for his child

Your teeth to him are a radiant pearl
More priceless than a masters mural

He’ll help you keep them till you’re old and gray
Call him day or night and he’s on his way

Who is this fellow who repairs these bones
His name by golly is Doctor Stones

I sure hope those guys don’t lose their grip
Going to the landfill would be our last trip

It’s taken so long to grow this far
But we did need help to keep up to par

The dentist too is helping a lot
Pursuing to foil some virus plot

Some of that food sure takes your breath away
But spices or not it helps us to stay

Our gums like soft bristles and massage is our delight
So to reward your teeth we’ll hold on tight

Our gums are tender so don’t let them shrink
And we’ll always say we’re in the pink

Into my mouth goes the food that I eat
To chew it all is quite a great feat

I twist it and turn it and flip it around
When all is ready to my throat it goes down

Back and forth my teeth are ever grinding
And after time some cavities I’m finding

Brush hard so your teeth will be stronger
Not forever but they will last longer

I know from experience now that I’m old
Just look in my mouth and see all that gold

Ham, eggs and coffee then head for the gate
Gee I forgot. Brushing will have to wait

The office routine is fast and slow
To keep up I have to go with the flow

My lunch is with two old school chums
One more meal should not hurt my gums

By afternoon my teeth are somewhat grit
Just a few more hours and I can quit

By suppertime my mouth feels BLAH
But after brushing it tastes like Ahhh

Tomorrow I won’t be in such a rush
I’ll squeeze that tube and brush brush brush

Alright doc gimmie five
You brought that tooth back alive

I choose you doc to be my knight
Make my teeth super white

I’ve changed my life from shy to bold
Make that cap a brilliant gold

My lips were closed for awhile
Just some cleaning made me smile