The Dentist

The Dentist (Dr Costalot)

This poem is dedicated to those greedy gits who

pull teeth,their greed knows no bounds,charging

for the dental care of young kids and hard-up

pensioners.

I put them in the same league as

politicians,estate agents,solicitors, all of which

rip off the British people with impunity

and Bankers

Tooth decay or septic gum

Phone the dentist for here I come

If you’re lucky, you've picked the best

Trained and paid by the NHS

He takes a look at your rotten tooth

Sticking a spike in as you hit the roof

"Does that hurt?" you hear him say

"Yes it does,so how much do I pay?"

"Welllllll" he says, as he rubs his hands

"You pay a fee for different bands"

"Private work will last and last"

"But the NHS is in another class"

"We use the best, the private way"

"NHS are back the next day!!!"

"Is that fair?" I complain to him

"It should be equal on both the schemes"

"Don't be stupid" he winks at me

"How do I keep my yacht at sea?"

Peter (Gummy)Wicks

PS.Get them all out,its cheaper in the long

run,lol

Peter Wicks