John W. McEwers (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)
Ambulance in Aisle Four!
It's where they sell canned foods in the grocery store!
There's been an accident!
A terrible fall!
Somebody, we need an ambulance,
Somebody make the call!
A man there has fallen,
his eyes have rolled back,
Just before he went down,
He said, 'It's a heart attack! '
I'm not sure how he knew,
Had he had one before?
In his cart were canned olives,
Canned ham, and no more.
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