Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?
Get Your Own Please! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Posted in Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry and tagged CyranoWriter, Dad, dad's toothbrush, get your own, haiku, has he been using my toothbrush, ImproVerse haiku, Kuhns, my toothbrush, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetic Lament, Poetry, revolutionary poetry, Wisconsin lake toothbrush, working through issues, wrong toothbrush, www.cyranowriter.com.