Barefoot Thief

Rogue Poem

I slipped the city as a thief
Armed with guile and a grin
Only to find no peace of mind
As onward still I fled

It takes a copper to catch a thief
And a good one at that
So copper I became to seize myself
And shackled, sauntered back

On the way Lady Fortune smiled
For troubled teacher I did meet
So sweet, so genteel, yet incomplete
She made this thief-turned-copper weep

Yes, Jana’s charismatic didacticism  
Brought me here today to play
An honest banker in this city
Where this copper-turned-banker once did stray