The Great Escape
Prologue
We begin this curious tale,
With four young fellows locked in jail,
In a ten by ten cell they waited,
Their sentences already numbered and dated,
Five silent hours they had toiled,
For the cops, their plans had foiled,
Each considered each a criminal,
Though their crimes alone were minimal.

The best of the worst, his name was Pat,
Five difficult hours he had sat,
Thinking about this girl, Eileen,
The greatest beauty he had seen,
What he wanted you can guess,
Her life, her love, her maidenhead no less,
Only an hour past after he achieved his aim,
Eileen’s mother came,
With the cops and a claim,
Pat begged “I was not callous, I was not mean,”
“No you weren’t, but she’s just fifteen”
And so he sits in thought and regret,
3-10 years he would get.

Next to him sat Trevor,
He tried to be sly and clever,
Going 70 in his car and maybe drinking,
Seeing red and blue lights blinking,
Stepped on the gas to go faster,
3 states and 7 hours after,
The car stopped it was out of gas,
The great car chase was over, at long last,
He shook his head, his car was gone,
His dear Autumn  sat alone

In front of them stood Clark,
His hair all ruffled and dark,
But his thoughts were light, without regret,
He was just trying to settle a grand debt,
Selling stolen and illegal items for a price,
The operation was quite nice,
Until one day he tried to sell,
Back to a man, his own Dell ,
That gave the cops a chance to find,
The reason for his dirty mind,
Towers of magazines, posters, and pictures,
Of kids and animals, at less than leisure,
And so he stands, a smile on his face,
Thinking of lingerie, leather and lace.

Alone in his corner sits Chris,
Whose story I have missed,
He may be a victim of place and time,
Or he may have committed the greatest crime,
He plays innocent well enough,
A well concealed and hidden bluff,
The only sure thing is his name,
And for that the guard is to blame.

Suddenly the silence was broken,
With out even a word being spoken,
The conversation, it had to start,
After Clark let out a mighty fart,
He smiled and chuckled, he couldn’t stop,
A nuclear stink bomb he did drop,
Pat and Trevor tried to get away,
Hoping to keep the smell at bay,
“Hold your breath, open a hatch,”
“Dear God, nobody light a match,”
“How many burritos have you had?”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,”
An hour later it was no worse,
The smell would not disperse,
But the four they started to talk,
Of the day they all would walk,
Free to do as they please,
All they needed was the keys,
Instead Clark pulled out a spork ,
Pat laughed and called him a dork,
Clark stood and walked to the door,
Pat’s insult he did well to ignore,
He began to twist and work the lock,
Until he stopped in sudden shock,
He turned around and looked defeated,
He sighed aloud, his hopes depleted,
In his hand the spork was broken,
He leaned back and fell, the door was open.