The tin poem, sorry poets!

Tin, tan, tong,
I guess I need to write song.
I have no idea what to do,
I really don’t have a fucking clue!

I really think this poem could be a sin,
I am scrapping the bottom of a fucking bin!
All to get over this word tin,
I’ve popped your weekend bubble with a pin!

tin-895942_640Erm, all of this trouble I am in,
But I shall take it all on the chin.
And breathe a sigh of relief,
After this tin knife has been put back in its sheaf.

I think the time has come to end this,
Clench your fist,
I shall wait for its kiss,
While I stand taking a piss,
Into the tin can abyss.

Improv word: Tin

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