The word was passed around
That a virus was a goin down
So the people thought to say
What shall we squirrel away
There was some further thinkin
We couldn't have our bums a stinkin
So to every supermarket they did go
And bought up all the toilet paper on show
So now there was toilet paper nowhere
As our supermarket shelves are bare
But Australia is steeled against the storm
Our bums will be clean and not forlorn.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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