Mr. Tuna, paging Mr. Tuna, Mr. Charlie Tuna,
we have changed our minds, oh please Charlie,
we have decided your personality would go well with mayonnaise,
take us back Charlie and you will be canned by Wednesday,
for the love of Christ, you will be in a sandwich by next Monday,
why do you hide? why the change of heart? come on Charlie,
Charlie Tuna says "fuck that shit",
ever since all the other tunas left
Charlie Tuna's been king of the sea,
"they can kiss my scaly ass" says Charlie,
surrounded by a school of foxy blue-fins,
big gills, alluring eyes and eggs everywhere,
"these fillets ain't ever touching tin" says Charlie as he ejaculates on some eggs,
swishing his tail he swims away, blue-fins babes in tow.
A contest entry
- Humor by C.I.M.A Punk.
500 points, ended January 5, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really like the contrast between the gentle human and the gangsta-tuna.
Great write and good luck.
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:)
Brought a smile to my face
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