Author: Anora Ankur Kulin, Class IX F
A crook robbed a bank,
The handcuffs went clank.
He was locked in jail,
Waiting to be released on bail.
While he was behind bars,
He thought he saw Mars.
He begged for forgiveness,
But received no kindness.
And while he perished,
He dreamt what he cherished.
In his dream,
He ate cookies and cream.
When he was finally out of the gaol,
Determined to be a new man,
Off to the nearest job he ran.
As the day ended,
He had enough money
To buy himself honey.
Never did he indulge again
In deeds that put a stain
Upon his name,
Against his fame.
