Apologies for the vulgarity in advance dear reader…
Butt, when folding this sailboat, these lines pooped into my head:
A cute little boat I did fold,
from a large toilet paper roll;
The hull, the sail and the mast,
of tissue I knew would not last
being torn and wiped, I’m told.
When I was a child, Edward Lear’s A Book of Nonsense occupied a special place in my family’s household. My father, who prided himself on being an orator, had memorized lots of limericks.
At night after dinner, he entertained us with Lear’s hilarious and frequently bawdy verses much to the chagrin of my mother.
Fold away: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uor53Uehgjc