The Root Canal of the Problem

I had to get my teeth cleaned today which is always so great.  Particularly for me since every time I set foot in a dentist's office I discover that I need another root canal.  I am thinking about just investing in metal teeth instead of paying for all of these pesky drilling sessions and pricey crowns.  I could tell everyone that I'm the lovechild of Jaws, one of James Bond's nemeses.  I may even get in exclusive restaurants with my name dropping and I certainly wouldn't be bothered by losing my kitchen scissors all the time.

One very nice thing about having the worlds worst teeth is that I have a lot of opinions on the staff in dental offices.  I think I have well versed opinions on the value of dental office amenities.  And dental some people are just really great, including my dental hygienist today.  She was kind and quite lovely, though to be the object of my clerihew poem today, I'm afraid I must poke some fun at her.  Don't worry though, she talks way too much to have time to read blogs.

My dental hygienist Jill
Cleans teeth with unusual skill.
Though as she talks and talks you might feel ignored
You certainly won't find yourself bored.