The slob who takes the toilet paper stinks,
for inconsideration is her name.
No one can tell what spell the woman thinks
she weaves, with wasted paper for her game.

Does she object to hygiene on a roll?
Or does she aim to clog the sewer pipes?
Does she feel life’s too out of her control,
and slaughter paper in a fit of gripes?

Unroll, unroll and flush and flush again:
I peek beneath the door to see her feet
positioned wrongly for all use, and then
the paper’s gone; her mission is complete.
So I report it to each officemate,
and now the weird one starts to imitate!