There Is a Masked Bandit
There is a masked bandit in the produce aisle.
This went over the loudspeaker in the grocery store.
It was my neighbor Whitey, who wants to hide his smile.
He has bad teeth, maybe not even one any more.
I use Covid as the excuse, he told me one time when I thought to ask.
I told him I would love him no matter what,
They coppers came in and demanded to know about the mask.
The police left him alone, I was glad of that!
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