HOW THE Q. GOT HERE
125 eldubs sat down, in a red heated debate
About toilet paper, and its rightful, hanging state
The overseer then VOCALIZED
, his VOICE LIKE thunder
Should Toilet paper be rolled over, or JUST under?
A silence ensued, while the gathering squirmed
Some sedulously into, their grey bibles wormed
Others looked hither, or whither and thither
A few wanted out, and began secretly to slither
Most didn’t know, which way to really
turn
The question really fogged
them, their minds began to churn
Five thought of this and ten thought of that
Finally, one that got up – he was horribly fat.
“My posterior is large and dumb though may soundl
It’s a massive territory – and covers lot of ground
So if all of you please –forgive me- but I do not waver
I’d rather-ah! Ahem! prefer
a roll of newspaper!!”
Up jumped a whippersnapper, of no small renown
He was angry and pink, and his brow was a frown
“Pray, DO tell Bro. Wide
Ass – since you’re so eager to choose
Are yu teaching your dunghole to REALLY read the news?”
Bro WideAss felt insulted and jellied up all flustered
“Bro Stick I have no need to –no need..”, he blustered
“Since your reading
skills are miles ahead of the rest
There’s no need for mine,
to imitate the best
The rest looked at th’o’erseer
-with mouths open wide
How the heck was he to stem, this outrageous deride
At last, the overseer, regained his his senses to bawl
“Both of you –JUDICIAL COMMITTEE!—now out of this hall! “
The culprits slunk out, though
being quite pipped
Drank their ire –didn’t want to be - “disfellowshipped”!
The debate resumed at last, with order restored
Everyone now wide-eyed
- not a single one bored
Then stood the wizened, ole blighter McDrool
“ I think, he croaked,” it should rest over the spool”.
“Why”shouted others ,”dear ole Bro Mcdrool?
Give us your reasons pray ,don’t think us mere fools”
“Sometimes when I wipe, a few dirty stains
On my bony hands sans
paper, slimily remain
When it’s o’er the spool, I reach - quickly to glean
The rest of the toilet paper, remains virginly clean.
But sometimes when my hands are covered with shit
And the toilet paper rests under, not over -to wit
I reach to gather – but alas! I’m ashamed -to go on..”
“Forget it Bro McDrool-
we get it – you…moron
You , every meeting, sully T- paper, spool after spool
You don’t need a shitpot, but a damn swimmin’ pool.
Pray how much do yu dump each time you sit
On that commode- bring us up to scratch –yu dimwit
Bro. McDrool drew himself up, to his full adult height
His arthritis was shakin’ him, but he got ready to fight
Moron and dimwit? Those insults -you at me holler
A man in his 80’s ? - now then -you closely me foller
I was fukkin when yu were suckkin you shit- headed blimps
Some were not even thought of, your dear dads were pimps
Your ugly mothers whored around , a dime an S.T.D poke
Sometime s for a penny, at other times for a joke
Now if you think your shit ,
don’t fill a dolls cup
Yu can kiss my hairy ass, yu dumb
whore’s pup!!
Dumbfounded were all, chaos followed soon
The over’seer had toppled over, in an unsavory swoon
The meeting was disrupted with missiles being thrown
A bethel committee was called in, all hurriedly sworn,
To preside over this matter , on which all agreed
Unanimous was the consensus, then they decreed
This was an issue, that shamed the great crowd
It must be thrown out - the WT, really, - was under a cloud
What should be done, with this horrible plight
They decided it was final- an apostate website!!
So now, my friends yu know, how this q came here
But we’ll solve it, even though, be it many
a year!!!
