No More Toilet Paper
You never know what you have until it's gone
When the toilet paper runs out at the break of dawn
Using words you never knew you knew
Like body parts heard in next door's loo
Oh my, goodness gracious, poopy and holy fagons
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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