“Timber!”

When the wooden legged Czech
Felt the woodenpecker’s peck
He beseeched and urged and wailed and wept and begged him;
But the ’pecker, though he heard,

He Saved His Neck

Denis the dentist was biting the bullet
The canine was rotten, he’d just have to pull it
The man in the chair wouldn’t like the prognosis
He prayed it would not be his last diagnosis

Cavity Depravity

The dentist with his chair and drill
Can make you shudder; feel quite ill
So next time you must visit there
Munch garlic first and perm his hair!