Crimes in Antarctica

A short and cheeky poem I wrote, inspired by this wiki page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_in_Antarctica

Robberies are rare,

When your cheeks lie bare,
In the Arctic snow,
Where melting ices flow.

Drunk and bored,
Without gun or sword,
An assault or two-
It’s what humans do.

Grope her well-
Who could tell?
Her prized PhD
Can’t shield her from thee.

Robberies are rare,
When your cheeks lie bare,
When money’s no use,
Primal instinct breaks loose.

Without card or coin,
An itching groin,
The days drag slow,
Reason dies in the snow.