the visit to the orthodontist

I have come home from the dentist, and you'd never believe
the horrors I witnessed and the urge I had to leave.

When I walked in the door, I had to sign in
so the doctor would know, and be ready to begin.

I sat in the waiting room, full of dread
and picked up a magazine to calm myself while I read.

When the lady had told me that the doctor was waiting readily
I had no choice but follow her, and to try to walk steadily.

She had me sit in a chair, that moved when she beckoned it,
"She's frightening me" is quite how I reckoned it.

I still am not sure how I made it out alive,
or how my mom was calm enough to drive.

Needless to say, I am not fond of dentist visits,
but I guess its not all that awful, now is it?