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The Hygienist

I'm lying horizontal

You've got me in your power

I've been like this a minute

It seems more like an hour

I came in full of confidence

That when you saw my teeth

You'd say I'd cleaned them beautifully

But you've sunk that belief

Your probe of shiny metal

Has soon revealed the truth

My brushing's been too speedy

Round more than just one tooth

Where gum is joined to molar

The evidence is stark

Bacteria I'd failed to clear

Has now turned into plaque

The more that you examine

Both top and bottom jaw

The more I come to realise

I should not flout the law

Of brushing teeth with vigour

Interdens and then the floss

And never be so casual

I make hygienists cross.





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