(Alt: The Cracking of an empty safe)
It wasn’t surprising
the crooks got caught
the safe was empty
the balance – nought
the tellers had moved
all deposits down the road
to a much more nice and secure abode
so despite all the planning
and using the right tools
when they got past the safe door
they looked nothing but fools
and instead of cash and fancy jewellery
all the crooks saw was the local constabulary
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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