Robbing a Bank
Nine in the morning, every day,
The bank pushes its doors open wide,
Open for the whole town to deposit,
Once they walk inside.
On this one day five men came in,
All dressed in sheer robe and hood,
They menacingly staked out the whole place,
Taking their positions, they stood
By the counter forcing all to lay down,
Then they demanded the lot,
And, when I saw the bag hit the bench,
I knew I had a shot.
So I reached for the curtain and pulled it wide,
Letting the sun fill the room,
And the five vampires fled, without their blood,
Back to their graveyard tomb.
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