Big Grief For the Petty Thief
If you long for a licking thrash,
Then, touch a guy's earned cash:
A move ingloriously rash!
And you shall equally clinch a has:
On either cheek a… finishing gash!
The nearest thing to A Trash
Is eyeing someone’s cash,
To it in some bank stash…
Teeth shall ceaselessly gnash
And cornered one’s future dash;
A name lose in a flash
Or have it mixed up with Ash…
Like it had happened to a Nash
And it wasn’t a little crash.
For the caught Petty thief,
It is still big grief!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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