I have a correction to my Mickey inspired Tuna addition to my New Years Poem. I noticed the one I had added earlier, did not match the format of the rest of the poem.
Soon the bank was locked up, only one seat was live,
Played by a tourist, who didn't rate to survive.
Had Tuna seen fit to deem to been there,
He'd have bellowed and blustered and shouted, "unfair"
If no one now seated will give up their seat,
then to theses peasants and rabble, I say, "no one gets meat"
For my delicate ego and sanity's sake,
Through them all off the bank, and "let them eat cake".
I would encourage others to write their own verses and we can expand the poem.
~Happy News Years Folks
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