He finished the roll and was happy,
To replace the paper to bring,
Contentment to the next sitting chappie,
’Cos paperless is not the thing.
The tissue it was close at hand ,
So carefully removing the roller,
Something went ping and the metal did land,
Quite close, but rather over his shoulder.
Try as he might to put it back in
The tube it had seen better days.
The spring was quite bent and however it went,
For construction there would be no praise.
Defeated at last he determined to tell
Of the trials that now had occurred
But he waited some time for the story to gel,
For it’s others that have the last word.