The man in the long gaberdine coat
Is hiding his stoat
He's planning to hold up a newspaper shop
His plan is well, top.
He enters the shop,
Removes his top,
Which was a coat,
Reveal: The stoat!
Stoaty runs wild in the aisles
Distance travelled: 3.1 miles
But sadly the proprieter is unimpressed by this stunt
And he calls for the police to remove his count-
Ry man from his place of work.
Silly berk.
These things really work better if you could hear them straight from the horse's mouth. It's a shame that I forgot to reclaim the three poems I jotted on the back of last night's quiz sheet, as they were approaching genius.
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