Bean The Bandit

Bandit bean

When night falls watch out
The bandit bean might pop by
A masked scavenger kitted out
Leaving you to wonder why

The notes are missing
Where have they gone
The tens and the twenties
And the fifties if left out
You’ll be penniless by morning
If the window’s not shut
The ounce-heavy thief
Will arrive without warning

Footage shows a green flash running
The racing bean is clearly winning
Headgear too dark you’ll miss it grinning
No knives, no motive, just sheer cunning

Poem and Drawing by Rasa Rasika Sittamparam