Rhyme Time

When I was in high school I took two years of creative writing. And yes, it was the class that truly helped me know what I wanted to do with my life. I’d always loved to write, but the course, along with a really great teacher (Mrs. B., as we called her) helped cement my goals.

One assignment we had was to go through the newspaper find an interesting little news clipping and then write a poem based on the story. For the life of me I can’t remember what I wrote or my news clipping, but I can remember one of my classmate’s (the first couple of lines anyway). She’d clipped a story about some guy stealing a few cases of beer from a local store and her poem started like this:
“Could it be possible? Could it be true? Someone has stolen two cases of brew.” That’s all I remember; it was so catchy it just stayed with me all these years.

Anyway, I started thinking about some of our news items this past week on USGNN, and while there was no mention of stolen beer, there was a story titled “Security Glass Foils Attempted Robbery.” (Here's the link: http://www.kold.com/Global/story.asp?S=7595789&nav=menu86_2) That got me thinking and so I put together this little ditty about security glass. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Security Glass Wins Again

The day would soon be ending.
The teller watched the clock tick, ticking.
Counting down the minutes, the time it was descending.

But then something did happen.
A man walked in the bank.
Moving closer to the counter, beside the large fish tank.

The teller smiled politely.
And the man did do the same.
But the reason for his visit, cannot be taken lightly.

A glass wall was between them.
He thought so little of it.
When he reached into his pocket and slipped across the note.

The teller took the paper.
She chuckled at this caper.
Her back she turned to him and then she walked away.

The man he stood there puzzled.
Not sure what had just happened.
And when his hand, it hit the glass, his fist was left a’hurtin.

The glass it was so heavy, nothing light and flimsy.
“I can’t break this! I’m sure to miss. There’s nothing left to do.”

So he turned and left the bank.
For glass had foiled his plan
“I never knew,” the thief did think, “ that glass could be so tough to break.”