I'm a lonely little toothbrush,
owned by a lazy slob.
He hardly ever uses me;
I rarely get inside his gob.
I sit upon his bathroom shelf,
all dusty and unused.
It really is a terrible fate,
to be a toothbrush, so abused.
I'm full of germs and horrid bugs;
he never rinses me at all.
The only time he ever cleaned me
was when his girl friend came to call.
To be quite frank, that wasn't often,
(she lived in Brighton, way down south)
She'd said "Your breath is rank and awful,
when I kiss you on the mouth"
That is why the romance ended,
as she couldn't stand the smell.
Meanwhile, I'm wasted and unwanted,
confined to living toothbrush hell.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Many thanks Ann for your amusing little toothbrush in our contest.
Please join us in future contests.
Sue and Jeff -
This is so funny. What a wonderful personality you have given the toothbrush. I so enjoyed reading it made me laugh. Great write. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest
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there is a lot of this happening to toothbrushes ann..its shocking..until people are converted to 'colgate shine' xxbest of 'luck xx pp
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...Ewwwwww...his breath must be damn rotten 
I'll bet the toothbrush is happy it doesn't get to go there 
Good luck 
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