Knowing the Drill.

We've all heard about Policemen becoming younger! Here's variation!

KNOWING THE DRILL!

I lay there in the dentist's chair

 Looking up into his face.

It was, somehow, quite familiar,

 But one I couldn't place.

He was well-past middle-age,

 Bespectacled, grey haired,

A little bald, a little plump……

On and on I stared.

So intrigued was I by him

 That I scarcely felt the drill.

And when the work was done I found

 I scrutinised him still.
His mask was off and so I saw
His wrinkles and his lines;
He had a few whiskers in his ears,
One of males' aging signs.

Whom did I know of such an age?

 Where could we two have met?

Was he an old friend's husband

 I'd happened to forget?

'I think we know each other'

 I finally blurted out.

' Oh yes! We know each other', he said

 'Without a doubt.

Don't you remember me from school?'

 And I replied 'Ah yes!

We must have taught together

 At Johnson Street I guess.'

I asked him why he changed careers…….

A moment seemed to pass.

Then he said 'I'm Billy Brown;

I was in your class!'

Another unwise consultation here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/160-miracle-cure.html