Beatable Prices Poem by Kevin Hulme

There was an Item of News in the Paper today,
About a lowlife young thief, who fled clean-away,
He set himself up to raiding a Store,
For paying in Cash is a bit of a bore.
So off he went with the intention quite plain,
To steal all he can and be away with his gains.
So once in the store he noticed with fun,
A lone girl in the Aisle with a Labelling-Gun,
Engrossed in her work, her attention was lost,
In ‘Pennies' and ‘Pounds' by applying the cost.
‘Give me your Cash' he said with a shout,
‘And be pretty damn quick with no messing about'.
Now Beth as it seems while attending the Sale,
Had a Headache quite high, on the Richter Scale.
So being wound up and quick to inflame,
You could say she was peeved and had no time for his game.
So quick as a flash she attacked with her Gun,
And by hitting with force, his troubles begun.
Click upon Click went the Gun to the face,
Click after Click at a rattling pace.
He'd soon had enough and couldn't take anymore,
And turned about tail and made soon for the door,
To escape down the street like a Bat out of Hell,
How frightened he was, only his Laundry may tell.
And that was the Tale of the lonesome thief,
Who's dabbling in Crime was thankfully brief.
Now the Police in a statement have Officially said,
They are looking for a man with a ‘Price on his Head'.