Toilet Roll Tango

Last night I dreamt

of toilet rolls galore.

They floated all around my bed

and danced across the floor.

Pasta hung like curtains

from the window frame,

baked beans shone like diamonds

sparkling in the rain.

There were bars and bars of soap

dangling in the trees,

and rows and rows of hand gel

swaying on the breeze.

Then I woke

from that dream sublime,

to find all of them were gone

and none of them were mine.

By Alison Hunt

#rhyme #humour #toiletpapercrisis