Short Toilet Paper Poems
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A trust is like a toilet paper,
An ass can only be wiped once.
If you are spoil yours given chance,
It is not possible remake it.
Paper or plastic...
Does the choice really matter?
Yes - Toilet Paper!
For "Paper or plastic" contest sponsored by Susan Burch.
A standard toilet paper roll
Has shrunk two inches from its goal
Since all we need
Is just pure greed
And one old-fashioned finger bowl
Our preacher could not find his Bible
And thought most hoarders were liable
With sin for wages
We all took pages
As toilet paper most viable
Trump was playing with Betty Boop
When suddenly he had to poop
- Coronavirus scare -
No toilet paper there!
But FOX News picked up an hot scoop!
Panic buyers have stopped dropping by
To sit on my lap and have a cry
I did what I could
For the public good
But they sure left a mess on my fly!
Stockpile toilet paper if you dare
All kinds of tariff talk is in the air
World Health Organization is in the dust
Praying for the USA is now a must
About toilet paper guests swipe
The staff at hotels have a gripe
They say steal it not
But buy one-ply Scott
Which won’t wipe out home’s sewage pipe
Could I borrow cup of toilet paper?
Asked old gentleman named Mr Saber
Slammed door in face
Without much grace
Not very polite this fearful neighbor
On Venus, Captain Kirk was naughty
After which he ran to the potty
But life is seldom fair
No toilet paper there
So Kirk screamed, "Beam me up, Scotty!"
The Suez Canal is finally free
Precious toilet paper can come to me
This too large cargo ship
In the world a backward flip
Twas as crazy as Boston Harbor's tea
Today you could stand on a parapet, and throw
out rolls of toilet paper to the delight of the crowd,
like snow from the heavens — white gold.
3/13/2020
Caught between two stools poor grandma's toilet paper
Not for the Contest(Idiom with a double meaning: )
Inspired by SilentOne's One liner contest
I stole a look from across the bar
she smiled back knowing I was not far,
but when it came time to move
I should have thought to remove...
toilet paper from my shaving scar!
Bottled water all over the porch
Tempting robbers
But none have come
And it has been months
Even our toilet paper
Could be out here
A safe place
Deer do not use toilet paper
Lady Named Mary
There once was a lady named Mary -
Covid nineteen to her -quite scary;
Toilet paper running low -
Stay at home - this she did know;
Everything getting quite hairy!
How many men does it take to change
A toilet paper roll, ha, that would be strange
In the history of mankind
Once in ancient times
A guy did and his gender was rearranged
I'm on a roll, not a toilet paper roll
Methinks most would agree, if you took a poll
Mostly good limericks
At times just gibberish
Over the top silly, certainly not droll
How many men does it take to change
A toilet paper roll, ha that would be strange
In the history of mankind
Once in ancient times
A guy did it and his gender was rearranged
I have found this to be the one truth in life.....
Nothing is more satisfying than toilet paper on the roll
when needed.
A willing partner applies to many things
Like checkers or naughty stuff to mind it brings
C'mon don't play dumb
When fidgety you become
Emerging from the bathroom and toilet paper clings
A panic buyer, name of Stan,
will grab each bottle, jar or can
and leave the supermarket bare.
(No toilet paper? Stan was there!)
His house is full...he buys some more,
and cannot squeeze inside his door!
The sale of toilet paper during the pandemic
In the billions, we panicked and became schizophrenic
Could read the evening news
Articles could make us go pew
Needed to be removed from the store with a derrick
Old Soldier's Disease:
Civil War soldiers would march
Pick and eat cherries
No toilet for them
No toilet paper either
Just woods, trees and leaves
The result's the same
Out fast and loose in the end!
Cherries are the pits!
I abhor
Those that feel it’s their chore
To toilet paper my creative door
With their opinions that lack color
I’d rather hear a walrus snore
If not for self expression what’s poetry for
By Robb A. Kopp
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