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Bidet Ditties (Toilet Paper Blues)

by don-bouchard

Out of paper? Need a trowel? Use a bidet and dry with a towel. No way to clean? No toilet paper? Bidet your stuff into a vapor. When TP hoarders make you pray, Answer those prayers with a cool bidet. My new bidet is a real treat; I spray the mess right off my seat. My bidet arrived at the very last hour; The TP’s gone, but my butt loves to shower. While friends miss paper and complain, My bidet cleans me like the rain. When paper’s gone and you’re a mess, Think “bidet” for cleanliness. When water cleans you, life is fine, So join me on the bidet line.
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don-bouchard
66 / M / American
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Written by
don-bouchard
66 / M / American
Published
Mar 25, 2020
Time
2m
Notes

Thoughts on the recent toilet paper shortage phenomenon....

(In vino, poeticus)

My grandson’s thrilled not to climb a mountain;

He’s drinking now from bidet fountain.

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