Ode to Floss

You wake in the morning and have a big yawn, exhaling from lungs the air you have drawn. You turn to your spouse awake in the bed to plant a morning kiss right on their head, yet their expression is foul, not a smile on their face. “My god your breath stinks! This odour we must erase!” Odour? Impossible! It’s a total disgrace! I brush twice a day, sometimes three just in case. “What about flossing? It’s important you see!” I thought flossing was a big conspiracy! No, not at all—it removes all that gunk to help your breath problems. Brush and floss for a slam dunk! But your wire inhibits your ability to floss—well try a threader, it won’t be a loss. So you take the advice and start threading the string. Lo and behold, the smell cannot cling. You finish up and breathe in your spouse’s face. “All I smell is mint! Good job! I can put down the mace.” You give a kiss on the head and can start with your day. Now your bad breath won’t scare the people away!