I looked into her eyes of brown as she hovered over me,

Although she was so tiny it was very plain to see

That this little lady was possessed of such great power,

And I’d become her prisoner – I’d been there half an hour.

 

An instrument of torture was brandished in my face,

My mouth was wide in terror – it would be no disgrace

Were I to scream – but nothing came, for something

Held me fast, in silence I sat petrified –

How long could anguish last?

 

I couldn’t speak, could scarcely breathe,

My mouth felt like cement

When suddenly I was released

There was no more torment.

Anxiety was forgotten, and gave way to relief –

Though this most probably will not last

When the bill comes for my teeth.