He was a craft-less, cranky crook
who stole the money from some kid.
He ran and laughed at what he did
then found a darkened, dreary nook,
unwrapped the bills to have a look,
and counted dollars, one by one.
Just five? All singles? That’s no fun.
He wanted more. There were no more.
Complaining life was such a bore
the rats approached. This tale is done.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme work “crook” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.