True Story
In Warsaw, inside of a store,
A mannequin stood on the floor.
With a bag in his hand,
He looked boring and bland,
Blending in with the other décor.
Unbeknownst to the shoppers and staff
(And to me, based on one photograph),
It was really a man
With a devious plan
And he thought he would have the last laugh.
When the store closed, he stole lots of jewels,
Which for real or fake men broke the rules,
But he somehow got caught
For he should have just bought
What he needed, like most of us fools.
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