Clare finished up on the toilet,
She started to wipe her bum,
But, alas, the tissue was too thin,
Through it went her thumb.
Clare gasped in horror,
At the mess upon her thumb,
Although she banged upon the dispenser,
No more toilet tissue would come.
Clare ran to the basins,
But then, oh cruel despair,
The taps were all quite empty,
The mains was off for some repair.
Clare started to panic,
The office loo she paced up and down,
She couldn't walk into her meeting,
With a thumb all mucky and brown.
Clare raced through idea after idea,
But dismissed most she proposed,
She couldn't just ignore the thumb,
She couldn't wipe it on her clothes.
There was only one more option,
One idea left untested,
With all other options closed to her,
This idea could not be bested.
Clare closed her pretty eyes,
Said a prayer for this great sin,
She opened up her luscious mouth,
And stuck her thumb right in!
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