A poem about visiting the dentist

I wrote this the evening after I had been to the dentist at Guy's. I had left home at 9.30am for my appointment at 10.30am, and didn't get home until 1.55pm. I was in there for just over two hours, then when I got to the train station, the train that was going to my stop suddenly announced it wasn't and I had to get another train which was 15 mins later. Phew. Here it is

I went to the dentist the other day,

and that's quite a story.

First of all

they asked me my medical history.

Then I saw the consultant

about my antibiotic cover,

so the treatment could begin.

when that was over,

They checked my teeth

to see if they were OK.

Another wait before

I had to have an X-ray.

I hate those bites

they make me gag,

so pleased it was done,

I picked up my bag.

Then another wait,

the X-ray showed I needed a filling

I have to go another day,

all that waiting, it was killing.

Then I got to the trains,

the one I find wasn't going to my stop,

yet another wait,

I felt like doing a strop.

I'd left home at 9.30,

it was now four hours later.

I was finally home,

so glad to see my mater.