Penitentiary Clowns

The warden's dog steals every snack, The inmates plot to get them back. A daring heist for honey buns, 'Til Fluffy wins, and off he runs! The gym’s a war of flexing might, Larry claims he’s built for flight. He jumps, he flaps, he hits the ground, The weights just watch, they don’t rebound. The prison chef’s the true enigma, Serving stew with chunks of stigma. Was that a bean, or was it glue? If it still moves—you're doomed too. Tattoo artist, cellblock legend, Ink by day, regrets by seven. An eagle looked so tough and wise, Now it's a penguin with lazy eyes. The books are old, the pages torn, The plot? Confusing since day one. Billy swears it's full of schemes, Turns out—just grandma's cookie dreams. The great escape? Just pure finesse, Using spoons with zero success. One guy digs for seven years, He found a pipe—now he’s in tears. Lights go out, the stories start, Tallest tales with zero heart. "Elvis once lived in this cell!" Sure, and unicorns patrolled as well.