Bite down on this, hygienist says
And beep goes X-ray gun
Then change the angle one more time
And there’s another done
The pictures of the shiny teeth
Are used to get a sight
At what is lying undisturbed
Which needs to see the light
By taking stock of what is there
And looking with new eyes
One finds that there was more to see
Than earlier surmised
Sometimes that’s bad, sometimes it’s good
Who knows what you will see
But on this day, I’m glad to hear:
“You’re free of cavities”