Look back and
Smile on Perils Past!
(Walter Scott)
I'm an adult toothbrush,
well designed of blue, white and red.
My name is “Colgate” because I came with the paste.
Mistress uses
me twice daily, her ivories and gums to clean,
places me on a shelf over the
body-waste-fixture.
It may have been
January end...or perhaps early Feb.
She flushed the
toilet...its contents to rid.
Her hand caught my
handle ~ I flipped to swirly waters.
She tried to catch
me...but it was in vain!
Down the drain I
sank...got caught in the “elbow”, wedged like a canyon rock.
“Please! Someone
Rescue Me from This Terrible Ordeal.”
I fear I'm trapped
tightly...either up or down, I cannot move!
The water comes and
the water goes...and I'm still here,
existing in a space
of rushing stagnant water...
I want to breathe air
and I want to feel needed.
Mike, the Service-man
from our building came
to my apartment to
have a look.
He replaced a
contraption in the holding tank
and hoped, with a few
more flushes
my “being” would
downward go.
“No Such Luck! I Was Stuck!”
Mike told Mistress
he'd return another day;
“To reach the pipe
bend would be a Big Job.
Several hours it'd be
to take toilet apart.
Or hire a plumber and
pay three hundred bucks.”
Mistress was
vary careful to cause no more disaster.
She didn't want an
overflow on the washroom floor.
February passed...and
so did March
and Mike? He never did appear
(due to a job
transfer)!
My life may not
continue if not rescued soon:
My skin rubs the pipe
sides ev'ry time the water's flushed;
I'm smelling like
h__, withering and losing my slender shape.
A new Service-man
came and Mistress relayed our dreadful plight.
Other emergencies of
greater importance...he'd have to tend to them first!
Because my edges have
become well-smoothened;
a little bit now,
some movement I can sense.
Every time the water
swirlingly comes,
I have high hopes
I'll be rescued soon.
What is my choice?
To go through the
lengthy pipe-line
or return to my
worrying Mistress?
'Tis said “Good
Things Come to They Who Wait!”
So, here I wait.
April, May and June
are now long gone and we're into July.
I MUST Help
Myself...if I possibly can!
Keep moving a bit
with each water flush...
and maybe, just
maybe...I'll be released.
Well, when the water
slowly swirled,
I was able to float
and swim to the top,
Mistress saw
me...tried grabbing my bristles.
My body was so
slippery, she lost her grasp.
And, once again I
sank to the elbow
in very deep
depression.
It was July 31...so
it's Now or Never!
A New Day Tomorrow...and
a New Month!
To the surface I must
bust
with energy bursts
determined.
“If at first, you
don't succeed
you must try
again...and again..”
ON AUGUST ONE...I
WON!
Mistress saw
me at the water's edge .
She tried to grasp,
yet again I slid.
She reached past “the
point of no return”
and there she felt my
slippery self.
Holding tightly, she
slowly inched me
past this “point” ...
and from the water,
SHE LIFTED ME!
Thoroughly she rinsed
me under the tap
and with paper towel,
I was quickly dried.
And now the ‘body-waste-fixture’
is full-flush operational.
Mistress showed
me Mint, her new “green and white”
and promised me a
better life.
With a special
prayer, I was sent to “Toothbrush
Heaven”.
Colgate's Final Words
were,
“Be true to your teeth or they’ll be false to
you.”
“Success is almost totally dependent upon drive and persistence.
The extra energy
required to make another effort
or try a another
approach ~ is the secret of winning.”
(Denis Waitley of the
National Council of Self Esteem)
Merle Baird-Kerr...this
true incident written August 3, 2014
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