by Nik Perring

I stepped on the toothpaste tube this morning.
It reminded me of stepping on that slug.
You’d just gone
and I wasn’t looking properly.
I couldn’t.
It was on the path and,
rheumy eyed,
I must have missed it.

The toothpaste squirted out
but silent.
Just like the slug.

At least I can clean the toothpaste up,
scrub it off my things.
I can replace the tube when I need to;
not the slug though, eh?
And not you.

Nik Perring is a writer and workshop leader whose website is here.

  1. #1 by fiona robyn on November 25, 2008 - 10:39 am

    Poor toothpaste tube : (
    Lovely poem!

  2. #2 by Nik on November 27, 2008 - 8:00 pm

    Thanks Fiona.


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