Toilet Paper Blues

A nocturnal trip to the potty,

In the middle of the night.

Usually uneventful,

I’m sure you know my plight.

Crawl from under the covers,

Bare feet hit the floor.

Creep across the unlit room,

Heading for the door.

Target safely acquired,

Lean against the bowl.

Need some toilet tissue,

But nothing on the roll.

Groping through the cabinet,

A roll is finally found.

Feeling for the leading edge,

Alas it’s tightly bound.

Still can’t get it started,

My anger at its peak.

All I really wanted,

Was to quietly take a leak.

Take it from a survivor,

Always plan ahead.

Start the toilet paper roll,

Before you go to bed. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole