a job best done softly…
I come in squares, I’m bought in rolls
My ply is all that counts,
The job I do? Mop up The Two
In fairly large amounts
They call me Ass Wipe, that’s okay
For I’ll erase each stain,
I’m used, abused, then flushed away
And rarely, I complain.
Enough in hand, the perfect fit
I keep your bottom clean
Will do my bit where rear ends sit
I represent hygiene
But do not waste me, no sirree
Or there’ll be little doubt…
That up Shit Creek you’ll damn well be
Once all my stocks run out!
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Copyright P J Ross
18082011
Image created by P J Ross