I'm going in on a mission To improve a head condition
With a squeeze I have been equipped For a daily task ought not skipped
Using the most proper technique I'll traverse every trough and peak
I strive to keep them all intact Let nothing from my goal distract
What am I?
A toothbrush
Often talked of, never seen, Ever coming, never been. Daily looked for, never here, Still approaching, coming near. Thousands for my visit wait, But alas, for their fate, Though they expect me to appear, They will never find me here. What am I?
My first, a condition for business affairs My second you may choose to leave to your heirs My whole may have strangers going up your stairs
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
For nine months I grow and grow. Then finally my head will show When I'm pulled from the bed I'm in And someone gently cleans my skin. Strong and healthy is my mood. Soon I'll be into solid food. Some like my smell, some say it's rude, To most, I'm positively viewed. So who or what am I?
