Man In A Mac Poem by Dan Brown

I was on my way home from school,
and I knew I was being followed,
by a man in a mac.

I was on my way home from school,
and I began to worry if
he was a random maniac.

I was on my way home from school,
and I stopped in curiosity.
He stopped, too, a little way back.

I was on my way home from school,
and as I turned round to confront him,
he suddenly opened his mac.

I ran, and I ran and I never looked back
at that bastard pervert in his plastic mac.