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Shoplifting

Shoplifting At the supermarket, my wife pushed the trolley While I walked around in the hope of finding some Unboring food found a tin of tunny in hot sauce I could make a breakfast of this (diabetes). But the tin in my pocket to hand to my wife And forgot about it. We paid and left. Outside I froze we hadn’t paid for the tin! What to do know? Go in and pay for it, the line To the till was long, forget about it she said. I was a shivering wreck when driving out of The parking lot and no guard tried to stop us. Ok, I ate the tunny for breakfast, but if I had been Caught stealing, how to explain it and be believed.

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