And She Says

[MystyrMystyry]

And she says
There are all manner of things!
And she runs
And leaps
Over to the bracelets and rings

And she picks
Some bright sparkly jewels
And her bag
Black velvet
She fills with colourfuls

And she prances
Over the shards of glass
But she slides
And lands
Hard on her greedy arse

And the jewels
Spray out everywhere
Amid splinters
Of crystal
Blood on hands and in hair

The sirens blast
And footsteps echo
As the cop
Locates the store
And closes in like a gecko

She climbs to her feet
Makes an attempt to hobble away
But is cornered
By the guard who growls
Crime does not pay!

He had not counted
That she'd be armed with a taser
Which she holds
And aims
Fires with the accuracy of a laser

The cop is down
And she awkwardly limps off
Into the night
With all her jewels
As her mask she does doff