I’ll tell you a tail about Barry, a quail
Now this Barry, a quail, came a cropper
He was chatting away about doing “fowl play”
But misunderstood by a copper.
So young Barry, a quail,
Spent a spell in a jail,
He roomed with a vulture called Frank.
Time’s feet were fleet, and when back on the street,
They’d plotted to heist a big bank.
They were feeling dead good when they slipped on their hoods
And waddled on into Natwest,
But their hoods were on fleek, and it was Fashion Week
So instead they made Vogue’s 10 Best Dressed.
~ Leland V, 2015