The Tuna Poem

Er, this is a poem about tuna.
The, the fish, not the er blind piano man who stumbles in and fiddles with your piano.
The fish. Tuna.

I bought a dolphin friendly tuna
Just the other day
I thought it'd keep my dolphin company
Whenever I'm away
Say, out at work or at me mum's
Or maybe down the park
I thought a dolphin friendly tuna
Would be better than a shark

But I hadn't counted on my dolphin
Or rather I'd simply assumed too much
For when I introduced the tuna
Into the dolphin's hutch
The dolphin simply raised his nose
As if he smelt a problem
And returned all his attention
To the sardines he'd been gobbling

Now the tuna was very friendly
And tried to shake the dolphin's fin
And suggested games they both could play
And that the dolphin ought to win
But each suggestion he suggested
The dolphin dismissed without a thought
Except for one game of hide and seek
In which the tuna hid
But the dolphin never sought

Now the tuna got quite downcast
Saying from the place where he was hid
I exposed my friendliest intentions
In everything I did
He said he'd never met a dolphin
Who made him feel so unwanted and so stressed
And I commiserated with him
As I sold him to John West