Tina's Tuna Melt Children Epic Poem

In history class, we all had to write "epic poems," like "The Epic of Gilgamesh," sorta.
So I wrote mine about Kristina aka Tina aka Tuna. (Tuna was a typo on Twitter, and it turned into a joke, after I mentioned eating tuna melts...)


Sooo...

Cut up on slices of bread,
Covered in pieces of cheese,
Into the oven shoved dead,
Screaming to be let go please,
Cooked horrifyingly,
Laughing maniacally,
Her children devoured,
Burning for hours,
Tina crying forever,
Her children back never,

The children kidnapped, by an evil foe,
Stolen for good, from their own mother,
Cooked in a fire worse ten times than hell,
Chopped into pieces, a horrible smell,
Insides cooked to a crisp, skin destroyed by the heat,
Be it casserole, be it meat,

Running for help, though had come none,
The oven had beeped, the children were done,
Tina's heart broke, she felt,
Her children were TUNA MELTS.


mwahahahahaha