Thank You for Not Shifting

Thank You for Not Shifting

There ought to be a warning sign

It's disconcerting, to say the least

When you're in the dentist chair

Your hygienist grows a head or an eye

Or loses one

Scales rasp and fur tickles

But worst of all

When something squishy and Brobdingnagian

Tries to force itself

Into size medium scrubs

Well, I thought I'd never get the stains

Out of my shirt the last time