Most small children like to eat it,
Older kids don’t think they need it,
Most adults can’t live without it,
‘Til their brand is gone – don’t doubt it.
It’s purchased in white, blue, or pink,
And makes a mess in any sink,
It will disappear overnight,
A tube with wings in secret flight.
It foams at the mouth when it’s used,
Under pressure it feels abused,
It doesn’t like brushes with death,
And starts to squirm near morning breath.
I think it likes carpet the best,
But shirts are high up on the list,
You never want it in your hair,
But must use it or face that chair.