Convenience

I had a long and winding trip to Bank
Before I left, a pint or two I sank
Though for my meeting I might just be late
Without a break I could not concentrate
Insistent signals I could not refuse
And so I headed for the public loos
I found the place was clean and neat and free
With just one feature there which puzzled me
The paper was the hard and scratchy kind
The sort I thought we long had left behind
When so much money surely had been spent
Why could they not for comfort's sake relent
Providing paper that was soft and smooth
To still the whimpering from every booth