Bandit
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A Bandit robbed the pastry shop
Now he lies upon his seat
He's so stuffed he can't lick his paws
Even though he is so neat
He has meowed a sad meow
Tears trickle behind the mask
He would contemplate his navel
But seeing it a task
He's considering retiring
Or change his present trade
His mother would support him
Oh! don't put on a charade
He'll just have to suffer through this
Maybe go on a diet
Who is kidding whom?_we know
He won't even try it
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2017
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