Thank You for Not Shifting
There
ought to be a warning sign
It's
disconcerting, to say the least
When
you're in the dentist chair
Your
hygienist grows a head or an eye
Or
loses one
Scales
rasp and fur tickles
But
worst of all
When
something squishy and Brobdingnagian
Tries
to force itself
Into
size medium scrubs
Well,
I thought I'd never get the stains
Out
of my shirt the last time