Ode To Hairbrush

By Paige (ButterfliKysses)

There once was a hairbrush pretty and blue.
Never knowing what to do.
It was a poor hairbrush, I tell you, indeed.
Only taken out in times of need,
Only used when knots appeared,
The poor, poor hairbrush that couldn't hear,
and couldn't speak,
and didn't have eyes and stare or seek.
All it did was soften ones hair.
And no one barely noticed it was there.
The poor, pretty hairbrush never received gratitude!
In its opinion it might as well have been a shoe.
So now the time has finally come;
Thank you hairbrush, for a job well done!
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