Ode to Toothpaste

Oh toothpaste, oh toothpaste the paste not the gel,
you make our teeth white and you do it so well.
Every morning when I reach for my toothbrush so fair,
I find you ready and waiting in the fresh bathroom air.
I pick you up lovingly, and away with the cap!
The toothpaste is low, I run my hand up the shaft.
Your sweet minty nectar slides to the top,
I spread it on the brush, I don't miss a drop.
Just a small trickle of water, gentle so as not to upset,
I run you under the faucet for you work better when wet.
You are ready for me now, I slowly raise the brush.
My lips part expectantly, apprehension, and I fear it's too much...
But no, my mistake! And I take you all in,
your sweet mint delicious dribbles down my chin.
I swish you around, my God you fight plaque!
A tingling sensation, a breath freshening attack!
Oh toothpaste I love how you make me so clean,
my tongue cries with pleasure, "Cleanse me!" I scream.
How I like it in circles, or moving in and out,
the more foam you make the more my taste buds shout.
I can feel the foaming, the mint is coming in waves,
"Dominate me toothpaste! Give me that sweet clean that I crave!!!"
Then, it's all over.  The bubbles slow, to a simmer.
I put the cap on my toothpaste, and go into dinner.