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Sponsor: Charles Messina
Contest: Collaboration
The Stoner
“I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"”
Oh Charlie boy, pretty pot head,
Why when you get stoned, we get dead?!
Your grey matter, what a bummer,
With each toke gets dumb and dumber!
When you sit on the corner, stoned,
And pull the prank - “My dead aunt phoned”!
I’ll call you on your lie, wise guy,
We’re quite alive, your niece and I.
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