Violin Toothbrush

When I brush my teeth
I’m playing the violin
As I bring the strings across the neck
I’m flossing with chagrin
because my audience is one
and soon my concert will be done

But for that minute or so
My posture’s erect
My brush is the bow
My smile reflects brightly
But will the dentist know
(That this entire time)
I’ve been playing staccato?

Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 7, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Forrest Kidd

Forrest is open about his pen name and wishes to keep his identity secret. We can shorten Forrest Kidd to “For Kids.” As a dad, Forrest writes for his kids whose silliness inspires him.

By day Forrest works a boring office job and by night enjoys reading mysteries, thrillers and science fiction. Lately, he has been reading a lot of children’s books to his kids. He especially enjoys the story-like poems of Shel Silverstein and the metered, humorous children’s stories by Sandra Boynton.

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