Dear you,
They pick on me but you can't see.
Racist you could say, every night and every day;
They're one colour and I'm another.
I've known all along that somehow I'm wrong;
Perfect they are, you can see from afar.
How clean and new, there are only a few
like me, the odd one out without a doubt.
I only have you. Once a day, should be two.
You pick me up out of the cup,
And then I see the point in me.
Love from,
Your faithful toothbrush.
