Opal the widow next door
shouts to Hilda over the fence
as they hang out their wash
on a sunny morning that
Walmart's having a big sale
on toilet paper and she's
stocked up now for the year
unless she gets diarrhea.
Then Hilda tells Opal she
would stock up on that too
but her doctor has told her
she could live for many years
so she has to save in case
she ever needs a cat scan.
Opal says not to worry since
she will give Hilda the ad
the next time Walmart
runs a sale on pet stuff.
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