I read about this in the morning paper. A guy robbed the bank and stuffed the money down his ants. The dye pack exploded and set his pants on fire.


That Must Have Hurt.

Hey there fella, you with the burned balls.
They say you had money to burn.
And I hope that you have learned.
I can see the fireman's faces when they got the calls.

Not to stuff money down your pants,
that fire down there must sting like fire ants.
In fact it was a fire you dope.
Sometimes one is hung by their own rope.

But pardon me while I laugh and do so with class.
That money you stole caught fire and burned your @$$.
I can see the jury now while they chuckle and smile.
You will be the joke of all your cellmates as you stay there for awhile.

I can see Jay Leno on the Tonight Show.
Tell me dear witness, did his butt glow?
Next time you decide to rob a bank.
Perhaps you should put the money in a tank.




Poetry by Judy T Lloyd
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Written on 2006-09-04 at 14:50

Tags Humor  Crime  Consequences 

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Troll
hehehe what a dumbass... but hey, it gave you good fodder for poetry... thanks for the smile and the laugh...
2006-09-04


Michael G
haha! this is awsome! A great thing to read to start the morning off with a laugh!
2006-09-04


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey judy really enjoyed this one it made my chheeks burn too well done lololl rgds mike
2006-09-04