Written for Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry Contest
They panicked the public with talk of the virus
The butcher was worried – his name was Cyrus
One night, when the store closed
He took all the bog rolls
Went home and confessed to a scroll of papyrus. A scroll of papyrus that he used as his journal and sometimes hid in the linen closet – on the top shelf under a bunch of pillow cases, unless he was keeping it under the bed, or in the garage; but then the police found it and he was arrested, went to court and got sent to jail… not for very long though (it was only toilet paper, after all)
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
I would probably do a wee bit of stockpiling if I had any place to put stuff. But we are closet-limited here. I guess when they built this place, people had less stuff … or the attic got more use.
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Papyrus can double as tp in a pinch.
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By jove, you might be right. Maybe a bit rough but nowhere near as bad as a corncob.
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And cleaner than a hand.
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Overheard a conversation where a gent got a good price (before the scare) and says he’s stockpiled at least for a year! When at the local grocer we were told when the next delivery would occur – but since we’ve enough we didn’t go and stock pile more.
Reminds me of the camp song: Stranded, stranded on the toilet bowl, what do to when you haven’t got another roll?… To prove your a man you must wipe with your hand… Stranded… stranded on the toilet bowl.
Catalogs work in a pinch too… I remember hearing that out houses were ‘stocked’ with the old Sears ones.
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