Artwork by John Federis
(Warning! If you hate going to the dentist, don't read this poem! )
The Dentist
by Dawn Pisturino
Now I've got you in my chair,
You're not going anywhere.
So open wide, let me in,
And let the painful games begin!
See that molar on the right?
It's in the socket way too tight.
Here's my plier. Please don't move.
I'll pry that sucker from its groove!
Look, there's a cavity over there.
My drill's all ready. Please don't stare!
My hands are shaking, can't you see?
I need your confidence in me.
Oops! The blood is squirting out.
I didn't mean to make you shout!
Your bloody tongue is in my hand.
Sit down! Don't even try to stand!
Come back! I need to suture in----
Oh well, another toothless grin.
February 6, 2012
Published in the April 2012 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree .
Copyright 2012-2021 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
Artwork by Ken Lamug
CHELSEA HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Chelsea had a little lamb,
Its fleece was black as soot.
And everywhere that Chelsea went,
That lamb was underfoot.
It followed her to school until
The cooking class went wild
And served that lamb with mint and dill,
One chop for every child!
October 6, 2011
Published in the December 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree .
Copyright 2011-2021 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
Artwork by Jason Smith
Poem by Dawn Pisturino
DIRTY DONALD
Dirty Donald!
His hair, full of lice,
Grows down to his shoulders,
A haven for mice.
His teeth are all rotten,
Mildewed and black,
H is tongue is so long,
He could pass for a yak.
His breath stinks of corpses
Dug fresh from their graves,
A delicate morsel
He constantly craves.
He glares at the ravens,
Surrounding his head,
With murderous eyes,
Pronouncing them dead.
Then yanks out their feathers
And nibbles their toes,
Lining them up
In neat little rows.
His clothes are so tattered,
The buzzards all say,
"What a fine looking fellow!
Let's eat him today!"
July 3, 2011
Published on Underneath the Juniper Tree , July 17, 2011.
Published in the August 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree .
Copyright 2011-2021 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
Illustration by Job van Gelder
Poem by Dawn Pisturino
Down in the Graveyard
Down in the graveyard by the old oak tree
Roamed an old mother zombie and her little zombies three.
"Fresh meat!" cried the mother. "Tastes sweet!" cried the three.
And they ripped out the intestines from the caretaker, Lee.
Down in the graveyard by the mausoleum door
Lived an old mother werewolf and her little wolfies four.
"Fresh fat!" howled the mother. "Tastes great!" howled the four.
And they tore into the belly of the visitor, Lenore.
Down in the graveyard by the rusty old gate
Hung an old mother vampire and her little vampies eight.
"Fresh blood!" squeaked the mother. "Tastes good!" squeaked the eight.
And they sank their greedy fangs into the gravedigger, Nate.
Published in the September 2012 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree .
Copyright 2012-2021 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
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