Thursday 26 November 2009

#2 - Bank Job

The safe cracker was appallingly unfit for purpose -

a sort of novelty balloon
in the shape of a lightning bolt
with the words:
Open Sesame! printed down both sides
in a fancy pseudo Arabian script.

I sighed inwardly and,
with it floating a little way
above my stockinged head,
I approached the clerk
and explained that I was Zeus,
and would she please begin tossing
tens and twenties into
a paper bag
like a yesteryear grocer.

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