Only Trying To Help

My toothbrush appeared bent this morning,
I could tell it didn’t look well.
So I picked it up to straighten it,
but for some reason it gave out a yell.

I asked my brush what was the trouble
and he said he preferred to be bent,
and please don’t try to straighten me again
my shape was intentionally meant.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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