Robin Hood's In the Hood
A young fellow in our neighborhood
ran around claiming, “I’m Robin Hood.
When we rob from the rich,
our positions we’ll switch.”
Well, of course, he was up to no good.
Some delinquents soon followed his lead.
They were merry men. Merry indeed!
After each nightly raid,
in the camp they had made,
they’d get high on their exploits and weed!
Jan. 30, 2019 for Joseph May's Limerick 3 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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