Justice On The Rebound - Poem by Phil Ward
Robin De-Rich was a scoundrel and thief,
A likable rogue with morels amiss,
A nuisance to folk, who had lots of money,
A wanted villain in the eyes of police.
Thieving was fun he did it in style,
He'd tickle them silly and have them in stitches,
There on the floor they'd be giggling and laughing while,
Robin would lift all their money and riches.
The funny thing was they liked it so much,
They hadn't a clue of what had gone on,
Distracted completely by his clever touch,
Laying there chuckling Robin had gone.
The Sheriff was livid we can't have this clown,
Robbing our people he's got to be caught,
He sent out his deputies all over town,
Calming the people who were clearly distraught.
A sovereign was offered for good information,
To capture the renegade and put him in jail,
His actions were that of a bad generation,
He'd never get out or even get bail.
When he was caught the streets were heaving,
They brought him publically tethered and bound,
Some were supporters others were grieving,
People had gathered from miles around.
The sheriff accused him of robbing and pinching,
This method of taking had never been known,
Don't be surprised if you're in for a lynching,
What you have done we can never condone.
Up went the scaffolding some weeks later,
They had everything except for a rope,
The trap-door was tested, perfectly working,
Was this the end, was there no hope?
The rope isn't ready it's still in the making,
Try over there, the Adventure Club's chest,
Pick out a good one we don't want it breaking,
Bring the yellow one it's by far the best.
Now was the time the moment had come,
The trap-door was sprung poor Robin went down,
Audible gasps were heard from the cheap seats,
Ladies with hankies in tears all around.
Up through the trap-door shot Robin the convict,
The people all cheered they'd given up hope,
He loosened the noose and made a quick exit,
They'd used the Adventure Clubs bungee rope.
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