Jacob’s courage knocked

As he demanded he stopped.

The table wiggled

As the robber giggled.

“You want a duel?

YOU FOOL!”

Mr. Rose took a bottle

And he charged him, full throttle.

The armoured man lunged

And through Jacob’s flesh he plunged.

But it did little harm.

As it just pierced his outer arm.

Blood squirted in the rogue’s eyes.

As he tripped over some (French) fries

As he rolled on the ground.

Round and Round.

As he got up,

The Police put on one single handcuff.

As the put the other on,

They Cheered “Hoorah! The Villain is gone!”

And they named him Sir Rose,

“Heroic, from head to toes!”

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