A Blue Toothbrush
He left his blue toothbrush
Next to hers in the chrome holder
Specifically designed for toothbrushes
A conditioned reflex or what…
Nah part of some grand master plan
He knew that blue toothbrush
Would off set the symmetry
She craved and likewise
Wreck her day
Unless of course he removed it
He also knew
She would very soon phone or text
With some garbled message
Full of typo’s demanding
He get rid without delay
He also knew if he submitted
Or at least appeared to
They would end up fucking again
And all before mid morning coffee
She knew full well
He had to be in the office by nine
But had a window in his diary
Between ten thirty and eleven fifteen
Forty five whole minutes
Give or take ten travelling on a bad day
She licked her lips and decided to phone
Around ten twenty just to be on the safe side
She never did like that blue toothbrush anyway