Weird Tragic Love Story

Toothpaste sleeps on the bed of the toothbrush

Oh, my God! Is this what we call a crush?

The lonely toothbrush had become sluggish

But the company of toothpaste has made it flourish

Bristles of a toothbrush are feeling the energy of the paste

Finally, it struck them that they are not waste

Before they could work out their chemistry

To create a never seen history

They tapped on a button called misery

That derailed their beautiful love story.

A series of plaque ridden teeth is the villain

It kills the paste with disdain,

It has forced the toothbrush to cry in pain

The budding love story went in vain

The separation between the brush and paste is gut-wrenching

Nothing was derived out of their short meeting

Bristles are bathed as if they had been dirty

The paste in liquid form has indeed now become dirty.