Robin Red’s gotten bread,
Stolen from Old Tom's Farm
Bang, gunshot! Clang, mis-shot!
Sang Old Tom’s firearm
“Watch it there! Half-wit spare!”
Robin Red yelled at me
“Not me sir, cease thee slur”
As Robin Red perched on a tree
“Still sir, why? Steal and fly?”
I said with pious vigor
“You can’t take what Tom makes
Old Tom will pull the trigger”
“Bread’s fair game” Red exclaimed
Enjoying the ill-gotten catch
“Old Toms slow, dive-bomb, Go!
His bread’s easy to snatch.
Bourgeoisie, he can’t stop me!”
Said Red, laughing at my frown.
One huge bite, while upright
Red guzzled the bread straight down.
Fat, slow and full of dough
Red cackled: “Old Tom can’t stop my fun!”
BANG! Wing-spread, Red dropped dead
He was too big to dodge my gun.
Don’t be sad, Red was bad.
Only take what you ought 'teh
No one leaves, watch out thieves
Because I am Old Tom’s daughter
About the Creator
R F K
I like to write and want to get better.
Always appreciate comments for advice and pointers.
Comments (9)
Fun poem - congrats!
Great fun!
Lovely !
A fun read, congrats!
Well done, congratulations
A pleasure to read, R F K! Congrats!
Very fun and delightful. Congratulations on being a Runner-Up!
yes, it was fun indeed! As I am certain it was so intended.
This was such fun to read!