Thursday, April 18, 2019
The Scheme
The artless scam
was no certain devised demand
but one question was at hand;
Who'll be in charge of this plan?
Would it be Johnny the Hatchet Man?
Or the safecracker Marianne?
Surely not Dave the Caveman?
No way Father Paul the Clergyman?
Would it be George the Garbage Man?
Or lakeside Peter the Fisherman?
Will it be Tiny the Midget Man?
Never the sneaky Su the Peking Man?
Please don't tell me it's Harvey the Hackman?
Or one-arm Stan the Man?
Possibly Roxanne from Bhutan?
Or deadpan Chapman?
Forgot Al-Rob-ya Blind the Muslim for Iran?
Or Saul the strawman from Tuscan?
Or Afghan Azyan in his caftan?
No way one-eye Botan the Jap Man?
Or Pecan Patty in the black sedan?
No way Suzanne from Alabam?
Whoever gets the job for Henry the Helmsman,
They'll be exposed by the local news anchorman,
And transported to jail by the city policemen.
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