“After our dear friend / water bottle / bowling pin / Starbucks cup substitute, Flynn Pin”
After our dear friend / water bottle / bowling pin / Starbucks cup substitute, Flynn Pin
Flynn the bowling pin
We’ll miss him
His death was so dim
When he toppled off his rim
It was like eating a rainbow
But then, it being very sour
We gave him some food to devour
And he ate it in bowling pin heaven
We buried him in plastic
With Goldfish and elastic
He looked so very drastic
Sitting there in the basket
Sadly, in his casket
Came Chloe with a task-et
To swipe his eternal goldfish
From his bartlemish
Bartlemish means his Rest in Peace place
Where he loved to play the bass
And swing around while happy was his face
We’ll never ever forget his case.
His life was like a rainbow
We swallowed him and put a bow
Around his little bowling pin rim
Oh, we’ll miss you, our beloved Flynn
Amen.
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