A Tank In A Bank

A Tank In A Bank
By Beasert (not another Dr. Seusse)

In the quiet town of Bolsonskreet,
On the lane of Hickory Street,
There is a museum tall, wide, and proud.
When people walk by, they shout aloud,

“This museum is the best there has been!
There’s no way that you’ve seen all to be seen!
That museum has paintings, and antiques that beam!
And rooms chock full of statues that gleam!”

One day in the museum
On a fine afternoon,
A class had a field trip
Guided by Sir McBaboon.

It was nearing the end of the tour
When they started to learn about war.
Sir McBaboon said, “This is where
You’ll learn how people were killed without care.”

There were planes of steel,
And live bombs, too,
But four boys thought the neatest of all
Was the great, big M-2.

The guide took the class
To see an F-6,
But those four little boys were planning some tricks.

“Let’s hijack the tank!” Carl said with delight.
“But we might get caught!” James said, full of fright.
Ian replied, “ C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
Daniel said, “I wanna play with the gun!”
So the three boys grabbed James and they stuffed him inside.
The engine still worked, so we opened it wide.
Daniel crawled in the turrent, Ian chose to drive,
Carl navigated, James loaded the shells, still alive.

Ian fired the engine, and levelled a wall.
Daniel monkeyed with buttons, and more soon did fall.
He yelled, “Faster, James! More things must go Ka-Blam-O!”
James said, “Sorry, but we’re low on ammo.”
Carl cried, “Hey! Let’s go raid a bank!
What else are we to do with this tank?”
Ian fired it up. The boys rolled down the street,
Running down every Volkswagon they meet

Eventually, they came to the bank.
Carl guided the way as Ian backed up the tank.
Now, they had to plan how this event should go:
Ram down the wall, or with fire make it go.
Daniel, that boy liked to have his fun,
And made the decision by firing the gun.

The explosion was roaring! The wall had disappeared.
No one was hurt, something they had feared.
Ian thought Carl need not say where to go,
So forward he went, velvet ropes now in tow.
The tank rolled to the teller, who under the counter had sank,
Carl yelled via intercom: ‘We’re robbing this bank!’

‘Forward!’ yelled Carl, as they charged to the vault.
They came up to it’s door, and readied the assault.
The engine snarled, they boys gave a cry,
Ian floored the gas, and the tank it did fly!

Steel twisted and bent.
Airborne sparks were sent.

When the dust finally settled down,
Bank workers got up, taking a look around.
Their eyes fell upon the great, precious box,
Still standing with it’s polished finish and locks.
Amidst the smoke coming from the machine,
Stood the four boys, a bit sooty, not clean.

Carl furrowed his brow, put his hand on his chin.
“Not much progress, but a whole lot of din.”

Carl got life, being the brains of the op.
Ian got ten, for fighting with a cop.
Daniel got nine, for armed robbery.
James, though, got rich, with a documentary.