Setting his hair up in zigzag spikes
He was ready to meet his date
His friend had mentioned staying over,
He had brushed up his skills till late.
She came in a lovely fuchsia,
Complimented his purple shades,
They talked all night till the morning arrived
He waited for the next.
Tonight's was going to be the fiery red,
Oh, the secrets he had kept
No one would ask for his version,
But Toothbrush had its own story to tell.
~ Suranya
