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The Mafia Cometh
On one dark and stormy night
The Mayo lid was on too tight
I pulled and turned with all my might
But alas, the lid was on too tight!
My fingers sore, my fists were clenched,
My forehead, wet with sweat, was drenched.
Curse that lid, 'twas mocking me!
So I crushed it up against the tree.
The Mayo dripped like blood of death,
In the air I see my breath.
Inside I walked, and cursed that lid,
Who smashed it on a tree? I did.
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disclaimer: i did not write this poem, but it made me laugh very hard in the middle of class at school, so i wanted to share it with all y'all. that's right, i just said y'all. take THAT, molly! =p
On one dark and stormy night
The Mayo lid was on too tight
I pulled and turned with all my might
But alas, the lid was on too tight!
My fingers sore, my fists were clenched,
My forehead, wet with sweat, was drenched.
Curse that lid, 'twas mocking me!
So I crushed it up against the tree.
The Mayo dripped like blood of death,
In the air I see my breath.
Inside I walked, and cursed that lid,
Who smashed it on a tree? I did.
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disclaimer: i did not write this poem, but it made me laugh very hard in the middle of class at school, so i wanted to share it with all y'all. that's right, i just said y'all. take THAT, molly! =p