I am the pirate dentist
My surgery is on the ship
I’ll pull your aching ivories out
And smooth down every chip

A pair of pliers, a rusty file
These are the tools of my trade
A bottle of rum to ease the pain
Of the mess inside your mouth I made

So take a seat and open wide
I’ll get my pliers from the jar
Close your eyes and think nice thoughts
But not before you say arggggggggghhhhh!

Pirate Dentist - A short poem about a high seas surgery.