The man and his brush

The worry ran through him
He had to visit the terrible place
That made his mouth feel
Like it had been sprayed with mace
With a smell so distinct
That with just one whiff
The office he entered
Would make him so stiff
The night before he had a long talk
With the toothbrush he had named Fred
He begged and he pleaded for help
And this is what the brush said
"And now you come here to me
You have not used me for years
I might try to help you
With all of these fears
But I also have a desire
You must roll the dice,"
The man knew very quickly
That it came at a price
But all the brush needed
To fulfill his lifelong dream
Just a family to call his own
And some new clean tooth cream
If he went to the dollar tree
It could be purchased for only a buck
When the brush was satisfied
He just might be in luck
Fred jumped in the mans mouth
And he scrubbed and he tried
Yet it made no difference
Those green teeth were fried
The man had infected gums
So off to the oral surgeon
As the brush said goodbye
The mans teeth were not virgin
Fred raised his family
The man had not lied
Yet during his visit
He screamed and he cried
No luck for Mr. lazy
Told his teeth were impacted
He learned that was the end
As each one was extracted
From that day forward
He listened to the tooth brush Fred
Because if he didn't
He could end up dead
The moral you see
Is to brush after each meal
Or you might end like this man
A mouth that won't heal