Grimbeau

Scroodles

Jim brings

legal dose,

two bags full,

the dog bolts

the open gate;

found basking,

break dancing

on the rec,

chewing a rhea;

waiting for

a vacant swing,

some spare rib,

to be fetched back

here.

Go on, then, if you dare,

Rise up, Croppy Boy,

Glean sinister coin from those, Your Master’s Ouns.

Our spies inform us about your bloody business well,

So, we remain sanguine, aloof, sipping on sweet, iced Spritzers,

Before deploying these Howitzers.

Crimson Cuprinol,

sand fence,

cure and enjoy.

Rude

Health is

wealth,

all the bells ring

and whistles blow,

Geronimo…!