The Toothbrush

I am tired!

      I am tired of cleaning you twice a day,
      Going up, going down,
      Cleaning the mess on my way.
    

      I hate your stinky smell,
      I am going through hell,
      It is a thankless job,
      Can’t you see? Can’t you tell?
    

      I rub and I scrape,
      I am bent out of shape.
      I resent; I repent,
      I want stat retirement.
    

Dosage: Read aloud. Daily. ↺

The whole book, in your hands.

All 102 poems, every hand-drawn illustration, and the kind of thing a kid keeps on the shelf for years.

“Gives Shel Silverstein a run for his money.”Amazon reviewer

If this made you smile,

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