Dentist Frankincense

DENTIST FRANKINCENSE

Dentist Frankincense sitting

In his lavatory reflecting

Thought he’d build an assistant

From spare body parts collecting

He had the legs of Cyd Charisse

Right up to the thighs

Lips of Marilyn Monroe

And Bette Davis eyes

Had the hair of Mae West

And thought about some more

Her chest was far too big

To satisfactorily store

All body part in Sterodent

Well kept and observed

It seem to keep them fine

Clean and well preserved

.

Time had come for him to stitch

Put all parts in place

He had to work nimbly

Although there was no race

Harnessing the power

Of a passing storm cloud

There came a crash of thunder

So frighteningly loud

The spare parts of the monster

Breathed and gave a stir

He was so pleased with his work

He called his monster Myrrh

He would have to dress her

Give feminine attire

He said she looked good in rags

That typical male liar

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Him and Myrrh went out at night

In shop windows nosing

Then they found an open store

Just as it was closing

At the perfume counter

The shop assistant quivers

Looking at the stitching

Thinking it’s Joan Rivers

Fainting when she smelt her

The smell of death alive

Myrrh helped her self to buckets of

Channel number five




A TV show producer

On his nightly walk

With his hooded eyes and fangs

To Myrrh he had to talk

There was something about her face

Her smile and well toothed grin

She looked like a composite of stars

A formula that could win

Myrrh is now a chat show star

She is a dead ringer

Getting higher ratings

Than near death Jerry Springer

What of poor old Frankincense

Still collecting parts alas

So let it be a warning

If offered an injection or gas