Ted the Toothbrush

                             A Tale By Kyler Murlas

Once upon a time,

There was a story that costed a dime.

This isn't that tale,

so don't go and bail.

Ted was his name,

Toothbrushing was his game.

But before all his bright lights and glory,

He had a very, very long story.

Ted was just like any other brush,

Situated right next to the toilet, flush, flush.

A few fell in,

And then they win to the bin.

Fortunantly for Ted that wasn't the case.

If he got wet, it was only his base!

Ted's problem was much deeper...

It was that he was a keeper!

That may be good for us,

But not other brushes like Gus.

When Ted never went bad,

It made the other toothbrushes very un-glad.

They were never used,

And often ozzed.

Whenever Ted was around,

The others would look to the ground.

None of the other brushes liked Ted,

Even his big brother Fred.

They all ignored him when he tried to talk,

Even when he wrote words in chalk.

Ted once told me,

he had not one homie.

He got so down,

that finally, he left and went to town.

Ted was not missed,

But the others didn't know they would soon be pissed.

When Ted was gone,

They were all used at the break of dawn.

They were scrapped and scrubbed,

To take care of all the bacteria and crubbed.

Some fell apart,

Others left and took up the profession of art!

Fred and Gus were tired and worn...

Often torn.

They knew something was wrong...

Ted had been gone WAY too long!

The toothbrushes realized they missed Ted,

Every last bit of him, even his brushy little head.

So they went on a journey to find their friend,

They were dedicated to it... to the very last end.

They climbed mountains and boulders,

They crossed streets shoulder to shoulder.

Ted could not be seen,

Even by the very, very keen.

Until finally Gus sounded,

That he was Ted, he had been founded!

All were happy, all were glad.

When Ted had been gone, they all had been sad.

Ted was burnt all over, he had been sun-kissed.

He was doing well at his new job at the dentist!

Fred said, “Ted come back!”

“Why?” Ted responded. “I was never really a part of the pack.”

“We're sorry, we were are,

you're as cool as a shooting star!”

Gus said,

Looking a little red.

Fred piped up,

Standing next to a cup,

“Our ways were bad,

and when you were gone we were very sad.”

So finally Ted returned,

And the other toothbrushes learned,

Everyone is different,

But nothing rhymes with different...

So be nice to each other.

The end.