Oh! but Crestfallen am I
For the emaciation of my beloved Aquafresh
Which for many a noon and moon
Has kept my teeth both fresh
And aquatic

Every morning
Every evening
Alright
Most mornings
Most evenings
Has she dutifully bore my mouth's maintenance

In the morning I first knew her
She lay rattling in her cardboard abode
Full and fat
Voluptuous with fluoridescent life

But as our last evening arrives
She lay skinny and wrinkled at the center
Yet still full at her poles
Like an apple eaten from its sides

In the dank depths
Of the medicine cabinet
She lay in wait for our final meeting
Wherein I will throttle the minty life out of her
One last time

I look on her as that moment arrives
Having rolled her into a carpet for those cleanly insides
Her once proud label has faded away into a plain silver/white
Dried, tacky balls of wasted paste stuck to her sides

I think to myself
"It is much too soon
That I must now use that tiny Colgate
That I once stole from a hotel room"