HOOD – A Smalltale Rhyme

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

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