Dentist Fankincense

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
.
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