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