An ode to toothpaste

Toothpastes make me fresh!

In vain to lift my heavy eyelids

As the early mornin’ sun shines

Breaks my peaceful sleep

Groggily make my way to bath

How poisonous my mouth tastes

Ugh. Yuck.

Like a pulped snake

With a sour mushroom garnished

Yet, an uncontrollable urge to talk!

Nah.

I don’t wanna poison my house

Mouth pursed ‘n sealed avoids rouse

Bumped my head, groaned an “Argh”

Damn!

My mouth would blight the Earth

Came the rescue �" toothpaste ‘n brush

The epitome of my survival

Sweet mint ‘n freshness along synthetic firm strands

Sterilised the requirement, my mouth

Voila!

Poison turns to fragrance

I can now plume my breath

Until the next morning!