Casson's Locker Poem by John Carter Brown

In Casson's locker there be found
toilet-rolls from top to ground;
he pilfers them from morn til night
I fear that something is not right.

In Casson's locker, deep and wide
food with use-by dates are spied;
sandwiches just on the rot
lie together in a knot.

Cheese and onion, even Spam
Casson doesn't give a damn;
In Casson's locker there be more
hidden underneath the floor.

Contraband of every kind
waiting for the law to find;
can this man not leave alone
that which no one can condone?

Do not emulate him, please,
or you may catch Casson's disease!

By John Brown June 2024