Petty Thief and Smart Excuse

The story could not become stale: Farouk had pilfered from a mail; Also, in some shop picked a pail And, yet, another a huge bale... When things began to read "Jail" Farouk had already turned tail And for waiting ears had his tale: That he had come to some friends hail, One of them male and the other female. Then, a Ben chose to at him rail, Swearing to lock him up, no bail: For simply leaning on a bale And insisting he'd touched a pail, His guilt linking with his face pale And this repeating without fail... So, please, Smart Cops should not me nail, For this is all about False Trail.