he broke off the bank, taking what left
his head down low off and running
with tilt speed and boogie
his sock full of cash and nary a worry
people cried while others hurry
his name but a voice somewhere between
roughens, and scuffs had only enough
the way to getaway an alley and duck
policeman were called to the cream of the pry
carrying whistles cones and waffles
grey beards and lines
this he that flee took time with see
grabbing scotch and rock, waiting indeed
through the pint of piddle carrying stuff
with his riddle sat the rub in the pub
Lass She said O pick up that head
downed he did as the scotch with rock
but Guinness and stripe was filled up with spite
and bar became yard as he slept without bed
dreaming of those just now he had fled
believe it or not the dope without mope
sat his brash in sack down by the table
letting this one grab, full on able
spike of the spite did in this chap
took oust off the till
brandished pilled swill
Maiden seen fresh green backed bills
quickly this scheme, reached
reserve in turn and till in twirl
hopped out the door scene no more
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