'Whip it out', I said politely,
'A souvenir it then can be,
For sure it will be tucked away
Where it won`t bother me'.
Your answer gave me quite a shock
When you said, you just weren`t willing,
So I listened on and on
To that infernal drilling.
I closed my eyes so tightly
Tried to think of palm trees on a beach,
Alas, that beautiful image
Was far out of my reach.
You continued talking
Leaving me to wonder why,
For goodness sake, it was enough
To make a woman want to cry.
You knew I couldn`t answer
Already you`d made sure of that,
When your fingers jammed in my mouth
No way could I chew the fat.
At last my ordeal was over
The treatment was complete,
My voice(the traitor) said
'Thank you', as I stood on my feet.