Christ and his apostles
had but bread and wine to share.
At that Last Supper many came
to a table nearly bare.
Gandolfini came by honestly,
his girth and double chin.
The mayonnaise he relished
May be what did him in.
He enjoyed a glass, or two, of beer
He liked his King Prawns fried.
He downed a pint of Morgan’s ***
with foie gras on the side.
Two Pina Coladas for dessert.
But surely that’s no sin.
Some speculate t’was the massive tab
That led to Tony’s end.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Christ and his apostles
had but bread and wine to share.
At that Last Supper many came
to a table nearly bare.
Gandolfini came by honestly,
his girth and double chin.
The mayonnaise he relished
May be what did him in.
He enjoyed a glass, or two, of beer
He liked his King Prawns fried.
He downed a pint of Morgan’s ***
with foie gras on the side.
Two Pina Coladas for dessert.
But surely that’s no sin.
Some speculate t’was the massive tab
That led to Tony’s end.
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