Bad Ol Frank
BAD MOORAH-FRANK
Now Bad-Moorah-Frank he weren't a yank
He was Canadiannnnnn.
He didn't like the burglar Hank.
He'd stuff him up again!
Old Hank arrived at quarter to 5.
With jimmy bar and bag...
He sidled up to a window Clive
And stopped to have a ***....:)
He didn't see the electric wire
A pulsing in the dark
He felt the spark his voice got higher
As the live window left its mark
The "ac line" said Frank "was fine
For robbers in the dark"..
He'd screwed hot wire to the window frame
With the cutout switch in park?
Oh the coppers came said you're to blame
You near killed poor burglar Hank
He's having you up on "kill and maim"
Frank laughed "it turned his crank.....:)"
Old Frank rethunk "bout here's a thought"
Use the elecric fence for same...
Used 20 thousand volts for sport
Delay caused Hank some pain...;-)
The timer switch it was a bittt
As Hank crawled through the frame
The power switched Hank danced a bit
Till his gonads were en flamed
The coppers said "no he ain't dead
He might never be the same
His hair is frizzed his face is red
You ought to be ashamed
..... NOPE he he he....D Johnson
is this our future investment in security?
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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