What am I?

I can be white,

blue, red or striped,

spattered and splattered

smeared, poked or wiped.

In the beginning I’m near

but squashed at the end,

folks grab me with fists

they twist and they bend.

Sometimes I’m hated

ignored or abused.

It doesn’t matter to me

as long as I’m used.

I’m good for your health,

without me there’s trouble.

My workmate’s all bristles

and he calls me bubbles

Spearmint or peppermint

are my favourite tastes.

Can you guess what I am?

Christine Harris

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