I went to see the dentist to have a tooth pulled yesterday, hence this poem. Some parts of it are true.
Extracted Tooth you left a place
Of emptiness within my face
You broke asunder and in twain
And to keep you would be insane
So to the dentist did I race
One root still firmly in its base
That was your one and only ace
For you still wanted to remain
The dentist pulled with poise and grace
E’en though he had to himself brace
And so he put me in great pain
T’would be a fight that much was plain
‘Til he resorted to a mace
written for dVerse. Today the challenge was to write a rondeau.