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