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!
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