We’ve all been there. Men do use as much of it as we women. Don’t even try to argue the point!
Here again I
Sit and ponder,
Why do I
Have to go yonder?
I’ve told myself
To make sure and check
Paper on the roll
To meet my speck.
Yet every time
Haste is needed
The cardboard roll
Is how I’m greeted.
1,000 sheets
Just isn’t enough
When it comes time
To wipe my duff.
Two men at home
could ease my pain
Cuss words I utter
Are all in vain.
“You don’t like
How I hang it.”
The other one
Just leaves a bit.
Off the seat
I have to stroll
Just to get
Another roll.
What should have been
A simple crap
Has now become
A harrowing trap.
How to span
The time and space
To get the roll
And close this case.
The trek surely
Makes more mess
And really adds
To my duress.
Why is there
Not a dispenser
Wall mounted
In which to enter
All 24 rolls
Of the family size?
That should end
My demise!
That is pretty funny, aIthough I hate when it happens to me. 
Very interesting. I’m the toilet paper killer and paper on the roll is always running away fast. I would like to order the dispenser you mentioned at the end of this ode.
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