Killed By Fluoride

Floyd grew up in dark Detroit. Father drunkard and annoyed, mother worked for dental clinic what she saw made her a cynic. Floyd was turning four that day, to his uttermost dismay mother took him to be seen placed him near the Xray screen. Dentist came and brought a brush, Floyd objected, Doc said 'hush', smeared the fluoride on his teeth Floyd cried 'stop it pretty pleeth'. Rinsed when finished and then spit only Doc now had a fit, Floyd had, unbeknownst to him on a quite subconscious whim wet his pants and those of Doc (he could pee around the clock) , Doc exploded, yelled and hollered Floyd got quite upset and swollered all the stuff he was to spit mother swore that 'this is it ', meaning punishment was due soaked was also her new shoe. Lady Luck had been attending this procedure which was ending on a note so detrimental what had been a simple, dental health improving small procedure now had turned into a feature that required major action. Floyd had fainted, in a fraction of a second Doc was wise he would not again arise without drastic intervention so they took him to detention in the place called I C U where he first turned white then blue. 'iodine, IV and bloods plain films of the upper guts clear for shock, both paddles, hope', Doc is young, and bright, can cope. All the tricks that they employed couldn't save our Fluoride Floyd.