Mar 2014
Poor poor toothbrush
Precariously perched upon the porcelain precipice
Each night I push your plastic pricklies into my plentiful plaque
Only to reduce you to your perch
To ponder your pitiful plight
Precariously perched upon the porcelain precipice
Each night I push your plastic pricklies into my plentiful plaque
Only to reduce you to your perch
To ponder your pitiful plight
I commited this to memory from my childhood. I don't know who wrote it. There was a cartoon attached of a little dog looking up at the toothbrush on the edge of the sink.
