Tp Poems - Poems about Tp

Old Drunk McNab stumbl'd to confession The priests waits and waits to start the session The priest then knocks on the wall “Occupied…, comes a slurr'd call, …an’ no TP so don'ask the quess’ion!” ...

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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...

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Do you think that you can’t write a verse Free or formed, a villanelle or song Do you fear the end then feel accursed? The first words are banana,gold and terse Start from that new sentence on your tongue Do you think that you can’t write a verse? Bananas ,phallic symbols, unrehearsed What you write is almost...

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My toilet paper regularly trots out of the bathroom, throughout the whole house, no, it is not trained. If it were trained I am certain it would proudly stay nice and neat. My cat walks it every single day; Toilet Paper trails. ...

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Copyright © 2016 01.20.2016 3:34pm TP a tragedy for the brave and free free to wreak and destroy, destroying with a sinister's ploy. Lurking in the background, wearing her false crown, crowned to rule all those she fooled. TP the death of the brave and free free to halt what the Founders' had...

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