Sylvester was really pissed off.
He went into the store with a realistic looking fake toy gun.
And threatened to shoot anyone who hoarded toilet paper.
He was guarding the toilet paper like a lion with a kill.
Store security was able to subdue him.
And turn him over to the police.
Having no toilet paper to wipe his butt had driven him mad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem