Thursday, May 3, 2012

“I’d Like to be a Dentist”

In the end, when it was all said and done, and a lifetime’s worth of toys and teeth had been painted, or pulled, there was no room for doubt in any elfin mind. 

He had not been a misfit.

Or a nitwit.

And both he, and his pliers, would be missed.

His funeral, held a week from Tuesday, at 4:30 sharp, was well attended by the many dolls whose teeth he had fixed.  And Rudolph, with his nose red from crying, read the epitaph.

 Stranger! Approach this spot with gravity! Hermey is filling his last cavity.


This post  was inspired by the epitaph for John Brown-an unknown dentist.

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