you left your little toothbrush.....

For my daughter;  she would often leave her toothbrush behind after she visited;

You left your little toothbrush;  I found it all depressed. 

I asked it what the matter was, and here’s what it expressed:
“I’ve had a lovely holiday but happy days have flown,
 ‘cos Emma went back home again, and left me here… alone.
How could she be so careless”, it sobbed in great dismay. 
The tears fell down it’s little face;  I had to turn away…

When Em went off to sleepovers, she’d take her bathroom sack;

with all of us tucked up inside; it must have weighed a whack!
So snug and warm and happy;  it was a cheery place,
unless her snobby hairbrush got it’s bristles in my face!
But all of that has gone now;  I feel so all forlorn;

I’m stuck here now against my will.  Oh, why has Emma gone?!

I miss her gentle presence;  I miss the way she hums.
I even miss the moss that grows, upon her little gums.
I love her tiny teeth and tongue;  I love her cutey nose

I love it when she uses me to scrub between her toes…

O please come back and get me”;  it’s shabby face implores
You mum might start to use me;  I’d rather still be yours.
She brushes with such vigour;  I’d have to work so hard.

And every time she’d use me…

she’d say “Hey Em! I’m using your stuff!;  you better come and pound me!”