One last square

One man comes face to face with the "last square in the roll" problem

One last square

My eyes squeezed closed
Sweat drips from my nose
While my toes curl in despair.

I grasp at nothing
Slightly disgusted
For alas there is but one last square

Spaghetti with meatballs
Chocolate waterfalls
Polished with a creamy eclair

On my plate it looked stunning
Now I get what's been coming
alas there is but one last square

And so I retreat
To the porcelain seat
And devise a plan while there

When none comes to mind
No comfort I find
Iocked in gaze with one last square

I finally decide
There is nothing to hide
And ready to leave ass bare

When under the door
My saviour gave more
"I know" says a voice " the one last square."