Mrs Brown and the Great Tp Run
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Mrs. Brown and the Great T.P. Run
by M. Griswold 11252021
Mrs. Brown went to town for toilet paper she could squeeze.
Arriving at the store she asked the clerk petty, pretty please
“Where is the toilet paper that’s soft and wipes with ease?”
“We’re out of it” the clerk answered with a rusty wheeze.
Mrs. Brown being frustrated then left all in a big huff-n-puff.
She then started searching all around for that T.P. rolled-up stuff.
Uptown, downtown, all over town but not a roll could be found.
“What’ll I do?” she asked of herself, with a big sad frown.
Then, when she thought all was lost and had given up the search.
A thought came into her head from GOD “Go ask at the Church.”
Without hesitation Mrs. Brown started running faster and faster.
Finally, to end up at the Church and knocking over the old Pastor.
“I need a miracle Pastor” she said breathing hard, gasping for air.
“I really need some toilet paper please. I can’t find any, anywhere."
“And God directed me here.” Mrs. Brown stated, loud and clear.
“Yes, I have some, but it’s Holy.” He laughed, grinning ear to ear.
Copyright © Mitchell Griswold | Year Posted 2020
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