

So rare once upon a time
Now in plentiful supply
Your absence was a real crime
It never made much sense why
You vanished from all the stores
Scarcity that made us cry
And long queues outside shop doors
After panic most undue
Caused multiple bog roll wars
So it’s true that we missed you
Because many things may change
But we’ll always need the loo
I’m so glad we pandemic-ites are over the hysteria of toilet paper. It was a dark period in this Dark Period. I think the pasta hysteria is almost over too. Anyway, all I can think is — bring on the vaccine.
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Most things are back on the shelves here but a vaccine would be good. Ideally for Covid, but one for mass hysteria would be good as a back-up.
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Did you know anybody who actually stockpiled it, though? I didn’t.
I wonder how much of it was stockpiling, and how much was everyone buying just a little bit more and, with supply chains being so fragile, supermarkets could not cope? Maybe the issue was not panic buying, but those supply chains?
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It was no doubt more complex than what was reported. But as soon as the media decided to start reporting about panic buying it became a self-fulfilling prophesy. and I do believe there was some panic buying. Whether the people who did it viewed it that way is another matter. I never judge the public as a whole by the people I know. I didn’t personally know anyone who went to Bournemouth but I understand a fair few people went.
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we’ve now crossed over in to the Golden Age as toilet paper production has skyrocketed 🙂
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The Golden Age of Toilet Paper is something I never thought I’d live to see
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Nice echo in the rhyming pattern.
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Thanks. I think I was trying to do a specific kind of poem, but I’ve already forgotten the name of it.
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Can you do yeast and self-raising flour next week?
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I don’t know if I’d find it as inspiring as toilet paper…
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The hell of lockdown had reached its peak in that cake I couldn’t bake
Perhaps bread, but alas, no yeast at this hour, no pasta, no bog roll and no self raising flour for that cake I couldn’t bake
In my hour of exercise a voice in my head I would hear
Sod the cake try buying a six pack of beer
As I ran to the door empty cartons on the floor. No milk, no rice, no freedom.
Just a longing for that cake I couldn’t bake.
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I’m ashamed to admit I am fully stocked and ready for the next toilet paper apocalypse. Do you think 28 rolls is enough?
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I should buy a few more, just to be on the safe side!
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You may be right.
Better safe than sorry..
😉
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I’d double it to be sure
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Call me a heretic, but I question the rationality of the whole global toilet paper run. I confess that in my darker moments I have wondered if the people who stockpiled toilet paper were completely rational about every other area of their lives.
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You, sir, are a heretic. Albeit a heretic who may well have a point.
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Let’s not be too nice, shall we?
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Don’t forget we’ll need to stock up in case of a no deal Brexit – best get in quick before the shelves empty again 😉
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I’ve already built my ‘no deal’ bunker…
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Wise move. Hope you’ve lined it with 🧻
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I built it out of the stuff. I had a few spare rolls lying around…
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I was just thinking about this today at the store, where there are aisles and aisles full of toilet paper–they’re practically giving the stuff away now. We never stockpiled it, having some common sense, but it WAS a little nerve-wracking when those shelves were so bare! Love the poem:-)
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Looking back, there were probably only a couple of weeks when things were really difficult to get hold of, but it definitely felt like the apocalypse at the time.
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I completely agree!
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I love the poem But My family lived on the edge We never ran out but there were days when we asked ourselves just how clean is clean?
Stay well and Laugh when you can
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There was certainly less need to meet with social norms when you couldn’t socialise with anyone anyway.
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Things all come out in the end
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A hilarious phenomenon following, probably, one hysterical person who thought it was something they couldn’t live without if this pandemic got any worse! Great post!
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