My Father does push me Oh so much, that I should clean my teeth
As my Father believes that germs reside, far and deep beneath
He presses so that twice a day, a brush is taken in hand
To orchestrate a cleaning affair, as if it were a band
To take my brush and paste it well, from the cleaning tube
Erratic movement I must use, to clean off all my food
A bright and cheery smile is a must, my Father always says
Brilliant white, immaculate smile, this is my Father's way
What Father's do not realise, is kids just want to have fun
To have to go to the bathroom twice isn't really done
I've so many electrical things of my own that command my day
To have to break and go and brush, doesn't really pay
You see, having fun with toys and things, is what a boy should do
And going to the bathroom twice, is only for a fool
This pain that I've got in my tooth, it will go away
I've things to occupy my mind and plenty that I can play
So why I should brush my teeth so twice, to make them really white
Is probably to help me sleep, right on through the night
This pain that pulses in my gums, is really not too good
So brushing twice a day, is really what I should
It appears that Father's are often right, in things that they do say
As brushing teeth but twice a day, will take the pain away
So Dad, I'll brush and clean my teeth and orchestrate a band
My tooth brush ready, poised and pasted, charged and in my hand.
©Poet Lordy Dec 2010
