My Favourite Things

Poetry in dentistry is a mystery with chemistry

Caps on incisors and people who listen
And brush all their teeth till they sparkle and glisten.
Children who don’t even flinch when it stings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

Ladies who floss and have good solid fillings,
Men who can rinse without all of it spilling.
Breath that smells fresh as a garden in spring,
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

Hygenists who seem to know just what they’re doing,
Patients who use their teeth only for chewing.
Enamel with no spots where nasty plaque clings
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

When the child nips,
When the drill slips,
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.

 

Xrays devoid of all manner of caries,
Children with faith in the good old tooth fairy.
Choirs whose teeth brighten their mouths when they sing,
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

Patients who come every six months for screening
Happy to offer their champers for cleaning,
Enjoying the fun that a root canal brings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

Teenagers trained to take care of their braces,
Dental conventions in far away places.
Days that I leave feeling just like a king
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

When a tooth breaks,
When my back aches,
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.


Aparna Sharma

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