The Thief’s Downfall

I scouted out the diamond vault.

I broke in late at night.

I yoga’ed through the laser beams

And set the door alight.

I grabbed the bag of jewels

As the distant sirens screamed,

But as I made my exit

I forgot something, it seemed…

My velvet gloves were black as jet,

My goggles oversized.

My bicycle-powered plane was fast

But soon I realized

I’d left my top hat in the vault

As through the clouds I sailed.

Yes, I got away scot free

But, in my heart, I’d failed.