Thursday, 23 January 2014

It was...

It was unlike me,
It was highly unsavoury,
It was quite like thievery,
It was likely to result in discovery.

It was done on a quite night,
It was done when the moon was bright,
It was him that said it would be alright,
It was the plan to steal it outright.

We were caught red handed of course,
We were making our getaway on the back of a horse,
We were nicked stuffing diamonds down our trousers with force,
We are now filled with remorse.

I am applying for a divorce.

S J Menary

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