Poetry

Two Crooks

Two bold crooks plot consGo to loot gold from Bono’s shopsShoot two sorry boys downCops look onNobody boos, nobody coosNobody stopsTo frown for two poor boys                                                                     Now two crooks do not worryHold stocksGo long or shortOn Tokyo’s booksHosts lots, grow oldGood food, pools, dogs tooSongs of joy, no sorrowNot now, not tomorrowNo cop or ghost or godTo book two crooks who shot two boys down

                                                                                                  

~Frank Solanki 

London, UK

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