Crook
Crook!
She stole my guidebook,
my pink Ray-Bans, my outlook
— it’s grim. The schnook
snatched my Diamonte fountain pen. She took
my attaché case filled with cash. Forsook
my manners — she’s in my grip. A sirloin meat hook
indubitably-yes or to pressure-cook.
I turned her upside-down and shook
A nearby copper brings us in after he has a look.
The judge closed the book
on me. Called me a crook…
that schnook!
8/5/2019
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