Was if he got caught and had to do time.
Bob made up his mind to pack it all in
And give up his dastardly life of sin
So he’d avoid the judge’s hammer
And escape doing time in the slammer.
Bob thought I’ll do my best to change my ways
And find a path out of the stealing maze.
Bob’s head was still sore and he was sweating
As he thought I’ll stop the booze and betting.
Bob thought, “I’ll try to set myself a goal,
Find myself a job and come off the dole.”
He was at a turning point in his life
After losing his business and his wife.
Bob then had a shave, got showered and dressed
With a new feeling of vigour and zest.
He thought to himself I’ll go for a stroll
And look for honest jobs at the dole.
Bob opened his door, but on the landing
A couple of well dressed men were standing.
“Robert Smith?” said the taller of the two,
“We’ve got a number of questions for you.”
Bob felt squeamish and was taken aback
Like he was having a panic attack.
The men flashed badges, as they were coppers,
Belonging to the force of crime stoppers.
Then four uniformed policemen appeared
And Bob felt physically sick and weird.
The policemen uncovered in no time
The stolen goods from Robert’s life of crime.
Bob thought of his life in a prison cell
And began to feel even more unwell.
He pleaded guilty to his life of crime
And now faced doing a stretch of time.
Our Bob was an open and a shut case
As when Bob had left behind his suitcase
The police found out about his caper
As Bob Smith’s address was on the paper.
The paper shop had written Bob’s address
On his copy of the ‘Evening Express’
As the paperboy was new to the route
So the police were able to prosecute
And Bob came under the judge’s hammer
Getting seven months in the slammer!
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