For Erik’s oral hygiene instrument (toothbrush)Challenge :)
Into this sonnet I’ve put my toothbrush!
No more into my mouth I’ll let it go,
because reading Erik’s work I still blush,
and my old pink toothbrush reddens to know
why Erik feels no envy towards it.
His verse cannot reach hard-to-reach places
where my toothbrush can practically fit.
I change it every month in some cases
when it starts to show me poetic sign-
Tightly clustered bristles mounted on pen
brush my gums and teeth to sparkle and shine,
and let my mouth recite poems again.
Paul’s chewable challenge I dare to chew.
Now my new tooth brush keeps expressing – Phew!
Written on 28th September,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
Ha ha... Even a humble toothbrush can apire to greatness... or, at least, perform yeoman service in a great and creditable cause : D