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Millions of Bullions
Three vaults to open, combinations memorised, late dark night. all asleep. no one to be surprised, plan is perfect, we are a team of seasoned three, millions worth of bullions, rob, get away, be free! in perfect silence we ease past the first steel vault, have two more barriers to get past without fault, Moon has played our ally by staying home tonight, night vision goggles help us around nice and bright! big John who has been unlocking the second vault, suddenly he does an effortless somersault, that is sure strange because that is not in the script, for a man his size we wondered how high he leapt! James turns around, falls as if hit hit by a rock, two of us are down, yet two more vault to unlock! I search for an explanation, gaze around me, see a moving man on fire, my heart says flee!! Before I can run, I feel a hand grasp my legs, As I pull the firm hand seems to stretch a few pegs, then an invisible hand lands a rocket punch, next thing I know, we three are having cold Jail lunch! I hate to admit our noble plan has been foiled, to share hidden wealth amongst ourselves has been spoiled, We have not a clue! by who, what are any more? someone said, it could well be the fantastic four! Written 19/11/2023 Rhyme abab 12 syllables each line. Written for the contest - fantastic four! Robert James Liguori sponsored
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