A Crack at Love
I may use you a million times a week,
but it’s because I will always need you.
Your skin is so purely soft to my cheek.
You’re even there for me when I achoo.
You help me with my duties and life role.
You always clean up the mess in my life.
You’re as close as the water to my bowl.
If I was a guy you’d be my wife.
If I don’t have you in my life, I know
that I will sit and call for you my dear,
and until you eventually show
I’ll have to persevere without you near.
I hope my candor isn’t alarming,
but thanks toilet paper, you’re so charming.