Out come the tools from the Spanish Inquisition
Sit back, relax, open, assume the position
I slither down the chair hoping for a distraction
But they are wise and planned for this action
Door is shut and sealed for an atomic explosion
This won't hurt as he aims a 3 foot shot in motion
I pull the bib over my face and pray for salvation
But it is futile, I am destined for this invasion
Ears shudder from the sound of a drilling repetition
I clench the chair's arms and hope for a short duration
He smiles and says it's a minor modification
I have learned he is full of constipation
There there, that wasn't so bad is his exclamation
For who I ask in retalliation
See you next week at our usual visitation
As I leave, I let out the air in his means of transportation
© 2007 Margaret Mitchell
2007-08-09
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