Ticked Off
Fast-handed Harry was a renowned pick-pocket
He could grab a wallet with the speed of a rocket.
One day while doing some picking
A suicide bomber’s bomb was ticking.
Where once was Harry there’s now a socket.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015
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