VI. A letter from
In white or light shades we’re seen.
So weightless to have; almost free;
Processed and produced from the trees.
You need us for your dirty deeds.
So varied are our shape and style.
Please always buy us in large piles.
Dining can have us all the while.
Our scented cousins make you smile.
To simple shears we will yield.
So soft to your skin we will feel.
To keep yourselves clean we were reeled.
Though just when tempted you may peel.
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We’ll be on your side as you cry.
Think of us when you want to dry.
To spunge your wastes we won’t ask why.
For being repulsed at we aren’t shy.
A sick soul’s mates are us indeed.
All our care if you sneeze or bleed.
To one use rule we have agreed.
Hygiene and freshness we do breed.
For your safety we gladly die.
Healthy you is our goal of life.
May discard us just without byes.
Down to the dustbins we will fly.
- Tissue papers.
