Dry leaves fill my nose with
the slight undertone of moist Earth.
I’ve got to find a place for this bag
I have no room on the shelf.

A garden of Iris, all a titian hue,
I learned this method from the history books.
Squanto used the process on corn, so it goes.
Looks like Jenkins won’t be presenting on Tuesday.

I always wanted to play dentist;
Jenkins was the perfect specimen
he didn’t even scream at all, not bad for my first patient.
I had to have memorabilia, but no jars to be found.

First one, then two,
trophies of my work.
He wanted to be knocked out.
Little did he know, he’d be sleeping over, permanently.

The clay is cold on my hands as I dig.
The dry leaves fill my nose with
the slight undertone of moist Earth.
Looks like Jenkins has a green thumb after all. 

He Always Wanted To Be A Dentist
By: Josh Bunnell