When I travel about the place I tend to forget stuff (I recently left a bag on a train back from Manchester). Here’s a short poem about the effect of leaving things at home.
When I spend a night away
I pack a bag for where I’ll stay
I’ll put in socks and pants and stuff
(pyjamas and a shirt’s enough).
As I’m leaving, in my rush
I always forget my toothbrush.
This regular lapse of memory
means that in my bathroom, I have three!
The toothbrush collection causes a stink
they take up room around the sink.
The soap is squeezed to find a space
there’s just enough for my toothpaste.
Three is company and very nice
but I don’t brush my teeth three times!
This trio make the bathroom hectic
and there’s a fourth (it’s electric!)
Next time that I’m on a trip
I really need to plan for it.
Somehow or other I have to stop
buying toothbrushes from the corner shop.
But if I’m away and I’ve forgotten
another one would not be rotten.
Owning five might seem obscene
but at least I’m committed to oral hygiene!