Anya Stewart 

Orlando, Florida, USA

 

Anya Stewart began her writing career in freshman year of high school. When she isn’t writing, she likes to read, dance, draw, and twirl batons.  She is an accomplished dancer and baton twirler, having won a plethora of gold medals at the AAU Junior Olympics. Anya lives in Orlando, Florida, with her parents, brother, and sister.

 

Poem Completed May 9, 2020

 

The Taper in Paper

One fine day in quarantine
The bathroom beheld a sight to be seen;
No toilet paper, even on the shelf
Sitting on the toilet, I cried to myself.

Afterwards, I formed my plan:
To get as many rolls as I possibly can.
At the store, I put on my gloves and mask
And got ready to begin my task.

I run around, passing aisle after aisle.
And my panic grows all the while.
For all the shelves are empty and bare.
Will the toilet paper still be there?

Alas as I come to a complete stop
What greets me in return makes my heart drop.
Shelf after shelf, with nothing at all
Just one very sorry and deserted wall.

Although outside I may have looked temperate
Inside I was truly starting to get desperate.
So I snuck into a suspicious back room
That might have a shipment of tp, I presume.

I search the room and to my dismay,
There’s nothing but some Lysol spray.
So I wait once more until night falls
And go raid each of the bathroom stalls.

At one in the morning I head out
Feeling ready to scream and shout.
I’m so happy with a couple rolls under each arm,
That I completely forget about the alarm.

In a few minutes the police arrive.
Saying “Give me all your toilet paper if you want to survive.”
I gave it to them and then begun
To go back home, where my tp count is still none