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"
Well I invite my auntie over
Thinking all this time she's rolling in the clover
And wouldn't you know,
A little blonde knocked on my door named Snow
She tried to pass off my aunties old license
But boy she looked more like Mike Tyson,
Then my dear belated aunt Flo
So all in all i told her she had to go!
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