The Toothbrush by Dorji Gyeltshen
I
smelt something odd and fishy
Cannot be my mouth, I say
Could
it be last nights pea?
Soup was tasted for free
All my
family tried but not me.
As
the smell came from my brush
Morning bathroom line was a rush
My
mind wondered in a gosh
Did I get cheated by my
toothbrush
Staring at the stuck pea mush
Neither the less,
I had to see my crush
It meets the running water, I wash
What
is left of the porridge ash
So
I put my lazy hand to work
Not caring about the jerk
Who
kissed my brush with his teeth
As I was keeping the line waiting
( I know The Image has Nothing related to the Poem lol)

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