(I thought we were trying to figure out why the hippos are attacking the dolphins...but you're the boss.) *Molly attaches herself to one of the books and starts sliding toward the door a quarter of an inch at a time.* (Everyone grab a book! There's no time to waste!)
This isn't a very good one. I just threw it together because of the lack of activity in this forum. =/
He's fallen astray
This homeless drifter
Oft seen at the con
A natural grifter.
In his shady back alley
His marks gather round
In hasty retreat
Beats feet to the ground.
Though cops would have him
Alone in a cell
He'll never be caught--
A mocking farewell.