The Great Toothpaste War

In a cozy home, where love is bright,

A daily battle sparks each night.

Not over money, chores, or chores—

But toothpaste tubes and bathroom wars!

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She squeezes neatly from the end,

A method pure, a rule to bend.

Each tube, she keeps in perfect form,

A habit drilled since she was born.

_ _ _

He, a man of carefree art,

Grabs the tube and mashes heart.

A random press, a reckless squeeze,

No symmetry—just pure release!

_ _ _

With every brush, the war begins,

A clash of quirks, yet no one wins.

She sighs, he grins, they roll their eyes,

But love still glows despite their sighs.

_ _ _

And so, they learn—a simple twist,

A double tube to co-exist!

One squeezed with grace, the other free,

Yet love flows on, like poetry.

_ _ _

For battles come and quirks persist,

Yet love, dear love, will still exist.

Through every press, through every fight,

They share one sink, and kiss goodnight. 💕