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Bank Robber

2 min readJun 23, 2025

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Photo by Giuseppe Argenziano on Unsplash

After years in the laboratory
My Grandad devised a secret potion
One sip would make him invisible
At least that was his notion.

Buoyed up by his experiment
Grandad devised a devious plan
To rob blind those who couldn’t see him
To prove he was a man.

This time he dressed in mufti
A regular old bloke’s clobber
A suit, tie and long grey pants
He was about to become a robber.

He Then wandered into the bank
To attempt the Royal Flush
He wrote on a withdrawal slip
“Hand over all your cash” caused the teller to blush.

He walked up to the Teller lass
The best-looking Sheila at the Bank
And handed her the note he wrote
And she said, “Are you a crank?”

You’re the second one who’s tried that line
I know what’s under your coat
Though you look too old to have one of those
Anyway, show me, you old bloke.

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David Rudder
David Rudder

Written by David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.

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