There was an Item of News in the Paper today,
About a lowlife young thief, who fled clean away,
He set himself up to raiding a store,
For paying in cash is a bit of a bore.
So off he went with the intention quite plain,
To steal all he can and be away with his gains.
So once in the shop he noticed with fun,
A lone girl in the Aisle with a Labelling-Gun.
Engrossed in her work , her attention was lost,
In ‘Pennies’ and ‘Pounds’ by applying the cost.
‘Give me your Cash’ he said with a shout,
‘And be pretty damn quick, with no messing about’.
Now Beth as it seems while attending the Sale,
Had a Headache quite high, on the Richter Scale,
So being wound-up and quick to inflame,
You could say she was peeved and had no time for his Game.
And quick as a flash she attacked with her Gun,
And by hitting with force, his troubles begun.
Click upon Click went the Gun to the face,
Click after Click at a rattling pace.
He soon had enough and couldn’t take anymore,
And turned about tail and made soon for the door,
To escape down the street like a Bat out of Hell,
How frighted he was; Only his laundry may tell.
And that was the Tale of the lonesome thief,
Who’s dabbling in crime was thankfully brief.
Now the Police in a statement have officially said,
They are looking for a man with a ‘Price on his Head’.