Ode To Soft Toilet Paper*

*Actually written May 9th at 5:30 AM.


Tear! Oh toilet paper, tear.
I anticipate the tough, sandpaper-like feel
That I'm used to now, that's real.
Alas! Not single-ply, but a pair!
A smile shoots to my face
As the little piece of heaven touches my body.
This is so much fun, oddly.
Grandma's made this room quite some place.
I could wipe for days
In this sanctuary of comfort here
But have no fear.
To Michigan we must make our ways.