A clothes line at roadside
on it were brassieres of D-size
and underwears of color bright.
A man riding a motorbike
snatched them away in broad daylight.
The stealing was recorded in camera surveillence.
The thief was recognised at a glance.
The police caught him with solid evidence.
He was remorseful with repentance,
after knowing the owner was a grandparent,
80 year-old lady, stooped and bent.
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