The Miracle of Toothpaste

A tube of paste, so small and white,

A shining beacon, in the night.

It sits atop the sink so fair,

A reminder to show we care.

A minty scent, so fresh and clean,

The toothpaste is a wondrous machine.

It fights the plaque, and battles decay,

And keeps our teeth, in tip-top array.

The brush it swirls, the paste it foams,

As we scrub away, the day's unknowns.

The bristles reach, in every space,

As we keep the germs, at bay and in place.

The dentist smiles, with a happy nod,

As we open wide, and show our mod.

For our teeth are clean, and shining bright,

Thanks to the toothpaste, our daily delight.

So let us cherish, this paste so small,

And use it each day, without fail or stall.

For our teeth are treasures, to be kept with care,

And the toothpaste, our ally so rare.

-new king