Story of Bonnie and Clyde
This is a story of Bonnie and Clyde,
who broke the law, eventually died.
Running from cops they gave assault,
Clyde captured, said; “It’s not my fault”.
“I’m not to blame for robbing that bank.
It was a joke; I loaded a blank.
I did not shoot that guy on the floor,
He was there when I opened the door.”
“You have no proof”, Bonnie retorted.
“He took me on a date;” she thwarted.
“This is Saturday night give us a break,
we were funning, it must be some mistake.”
“I will show no shame, I am innocent.
I am really not trying to circumvent.”
Clyde replied to the officer at hand,
continued his robbery just as he planned.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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