Here I sit, without any paper, <br />Nothing to use, not even a scraper; <br /> <br />Using it up, was the last person here, <br />Now there's nothing for my own rear, <br /> <br />Wishing for paper is on my mind. <br />While I sit here, there's none to find, . <br /> <br />So who was here just before me? <br />Was it someone that took a quick pee? <br /> <br />Or someone needing the entire roll, <br />Pulling it all out like reading a scroll? <br /> <br />I will not know as I sit here today, <br />The person who has caused me all this delay. <br /> <br />Next time, please, leave some paper behind, <br />Cause taking it all, is very unkind. <br /> <br />Someday you'll have also your turn, <br />You'll sit down quickly, then you'll learn, <br /> <br />Save alittle paper at the end of that roll, <br />For those seated, having paper's a goal; <br /> <br />Sitting without paper, I certainly dread, <br />So. please listen to what I've just said.<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-any-paper/
