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Can of Tuna

Can of tuna, All I got... Nothing else to eat... Seems I forgot a detail Which lead to my defeat For no can opener had I And this was no pop off top I started beating it with a hammer, Till a neighbor called a cop... He dragged me off to jail, And wouldn't let me take my tuna, He said' "You'll BE in the can!" And he couldn't get me there no sooner.... So here I sit, And when Friday meals come around... I avoid any tuna... I'd rather eat soiled ground So let this be a lesson, Always keep a bag of chips, And if you get desperate.. You'll be so glad how easily it rips!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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