Mommy forgot to shut

The bathroom door

Where the roll of TP

Hangs so close to the floor.

When from over my shoulder

Comes a loud, angry roar,

“Don’t touch that, you beast!

I don’t have any more!”

So I snatch up the end

And away I do soar..

So pleased with my game,

I am thrilled to the core!

Leaping and bounding

And twisting with glee

I watch as my human

Can’t catch up with me.

I roll till I’m wrapped

like an ancient mummy.

It’s a gift from the gods

This roll of TP!