RIC S. BASTASA


The Little Things That Make My Teeth Clean - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

Of course, the champion is the toothpick
Always the wooden, bamboo toothpick
Or could be the fine dental floss
But I always need a mirror to use that
And eventually I find it more expensive
And time consuming

And then I can have a little twig
Of guava,
I like the odor and I have the
Last chew and
Oh my
I can chew the same and swallow

But without the toothpick or the floss
And when I am in a bus and there is
No guava tree

I simply have my tongue and the
Nail helping it to get rid

Of
You know what.

Life is like that.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008



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