Bob the snob was a really big slob
He had piles of money (all of it robbed)
They filled up his house and always spilled out
And tumbled out the windows like water from a spout
The neighbors said, “Oh, what a show-off he is
Displaying his money so we know it is his.”
The police saw the money and said, “That’s a clue”
Bob heard them outside and thought, “What should I do? ”
He tried to escape but right in his way
Were the piles of money he’d robbed yesterday
He tripped and he landed and made such a yell
The police easily found the place where he fell
They handcuffed him and brought him to jail
And he sat there wondering how he had failed
So the lesson, you see, is don’t be a snob
Don’t rob, and especially, don’t be a slob.
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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