I feel guilt that I’ve abandoned you
For a new electric brush
That rotates as it jiggers through
The toothpaste turned to slush;
It agitates the bristles
Against both tooth and gum
The stick-like old-fashioned brush
Isn’t half the fun;
And when I’m in the bathtub
With my lady fair,
I use it to gently rub
Her matted pubic hair
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