Floss

When the bristly missiles
Hit wide of the mark
And watery pikkles
Leave stuff not yet stark

The string to the rescue
It finds all it can
With fortitude mess feud
A victory cleanly span

Constricting the fingers
Bound oh so tight
Sliding without linger
Hidden specks enter the light

When it's all over
Those gaps are so clean
Red rover red rover
Come floss toothy sheen