Poem #3856
The Bumbling Bandit's Blunder
A dusty town waits,
Sun bakes the sheriff's tin star.
Outlaws plan their heist.
Saddlebags are stuffed,
With dynamite and bad jokes.
Horses snort, "Let's go!"
They ride in a cloud,
Spurs jangling a silly tune.
"Yeehaw!" shouts the fool.
The bank door swings wide,
Teller trembles, drops his pen.
"Hands up!"—"Wait, my hat!"
One trips on a rug,
Spills the loot: rubber chickens.
Sheriff scratches head.
A chase through the street,
Horse stops for a carrot patch.
Outlaws wave, "So long!"
They vanish in dust,
Leaving laughter, not a trail.
Bank safe, full of fun.
Sun bakes the sheriff's tin star.
Outlaws plan their heist.
Saddlebags are stuffed,
With dynamite and bad jokes.
Horses snort, "Let's go!"
They ride in a cloud,
Spurs jangling a silly tune.
"Yeehaw!" shouts the fool.
The bank door swings wide,
Teller trembles, drops his pen.
"Hands up!"—"Wait, my hat!"
One trips on a rug,
Spills the loot: rubber chickens.
Sheriff scratches head.
A chase through the street,
Horse stops for a carrot patch.
Outlaws wave, "So long!"
They vanish in dust,
Leaving laughter, not a trail.
Bank safe, full of fun.
Prompt: western bank robbers
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