I refuse to get a handle on

                             Flossing. 
Fingers slip slimy almost as frustrated as a hungry 
Toddler armed with banana, 
But unable to peel, the snack prerequisite. Inchoate fingeys
Flossing, and my teeth gossip blood, ubiquitous weak point. 
I bite my peel. Excited for 
the next life, sans teeth.