A Crack at Love

I may use you a million times a week,

but it’s because I will always need you.

Your skin is so purely soft to my cheek.

You’re even there for me when I achoo.

You help me with my duties and life role.

You always clean up the mess in my life.

You’re as close as the water to my bowl.

If I was a guy you’d be my wife.

If I don’t have you in my life, I know

that I will sit and call for you my dear,

and until you eventually show

I’ll have to persevere without you near.

I hope my candor isn’t alarming,

but thanks toilet paper, you’re so charming.