Two-Thirty

I have an appointment

To have a tooth yanked.

This lists pretty high

On the fears I have ranked.

 

So, natch, I am nervous

And needed a laugh,

Which has been supplied

By my better-ish half.

 

He told me – “Relax!”

As I work on my rhyme;

“You don’t have to leave yet

For tooth-hurty’s the time!”