A CLOGYRNACH GOES
(A clogyrnach is a six-line Welsh poem.
Lines 1 and 2 have eight syllables with an a rhyme;
lines 3 and 4 have five syllables with a b rhyme;
line 5 has three syllables with a b rhyme;
line 6 has three syllables with an a rhyme.)
I went to the dentist last week;
he opened my mouth for a peek.
When he saw inside,
his eyes goggled wide.
What he spied
made him shriek.
The news he gave me was chilling,
“All of your front teeth need filling;
they’re full of decay,
I’ll fix them today!”
I said, “Yay! —
He was deftly wielding his drill
when he sneezed as though he were ill!
He bored through my gum —
drilled into my bum —
here’s my bill.”
My time in his chair had been brief,
full of torture, terror and grief!
Let my teeth all fall —
no dentist I’d call!
After all —
who needs teeth?