Ode to Floss: My Friend the Brave

I floss my teeth every day. I simply cannot "call 'er a day" and hit the hay without performing my flossing routine. Flossing is something that I wish more people would care more about. So here I am promoting it openly.

If I am nerdy about anything, I am nerdy about flossing. Nerdy enough to take a Saturday afternoon earlier this year to pen a poem about it. The poem lacks magnificence, but flossing does not. Here's the ode:

If floss were alive

With feelings and fears

Straightway he'd go

Regardless his tears

Into the corners

Of that massive cave

Through all tight spaces

Blimey he's brave

Gross is the dross

Dross: it is gross

Gross with dross rhymes

At no times at most

This dross is born

Of all food consumed

In oral manners

Grody it blooms

Grody it grows

Putrid it breathes

All over those rows

You'd better believe

Swift to the rescue

The warrior doth come

To slaughter the residue

The warrior hath won

Floss you're alive

Alive in my heart

Whenever I need you

You're never too far

Into the corners

Of my massive cave

Straightway you go

My friend the brave

Straightway you go

My friend the brave