A minty warrior, squeezing from its tube, battling decay with a foamy plume, it leaves your ivory gates refreshed and bright, fighting foes in the dark of night.

Replace my first with an F and you can start a fire Take away my first and you'll find it in a dryer. I'm the twinkle in an eye, or a flicker of light My first four start the Good witch off right

I'm a curious execption, an unusual guest. Kinda weird, different from the rest. I'm a stranger in a familiar crowd. What am I, the one that stands out?

You can keep me as is, but I'm not real. Change my first to an L for something wet, to a C for something sweet or to an S for something alcoholic. What am I?

I can't catch a break. Nobody likes me, even people who like the color blue. Even when I was Great, people hated me. People are constantly pushing me down - so to speak - and ignoring me, though I never let them forget that I'm always here, waiting to remind them of their failures. Probably the only people in the world that benefit from me are pharmaceutical companies and therapists. FML.