The Chicken Bank.......Foiled
Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery
Raiding banks petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint
Called............ Mothercare
And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens
And cardies, she adored
One day they got raided by many old bill
Dave got all panicked
Bout the money he did steal
Muvva said dont panic' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting)
A grin upon er face
She stuffed its hole with money
Whilst Dave let in the Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill
They searched high and low
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Which did smell and
Smoothly glisten
They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine
Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar
Whilst happily finger licking
poem by Karen Sinclair
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