Early morning, with an hour to spare,
Five comrades journey, as if going into a lair.
Armed with pouch bags, slung like rifles;
Loaded with cash, not ones to trifle.
Experienced travellers they may be,
But unbeknownst to the enemy.
With fingerprints erased from memory,
They were like spies of the Russian army.
They reach the front line, not far from base.
They realised then, there\'s not a moment to waste.
Onwards they went to recce the shops;
In the supermarket, they surveyed the crops.
Shoes, bags, and discounts galore,
They wipe out the shops, floor by floor.
The battle goes on, till the enemies retreat -
Can the soldiers then rest their feet.
I stand there amazed at this curious sight -
A show of absolute power and might.
I realised then my greatest folly,
To lead Five Aunties into J.B.