I swear I'll be gentle to my rear
I'll use the best tissue, never fear.
"Cause when I'm nice to my behind
It gives me such a peace of mind.
I don't want that thin, cheap stuff
I use more & more, it's never enough.
Give me the best and I'll be happy.
That's the end of my poem, it's getting crappy.
© Kat Bryan 2009