BEASTLY TALES - THE BRIGAND
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Richard Hersel
BEASTLY TALES
THE BRIGAND
It should be noted that in every land,
There exists, unfortunately, some sort of brigand,
Their reputation is hardly handsome,
Their predilection to hold folk for ransom,
And many other dastardly deeds,
Contribute to a reputation nobody needs.
Brigands are normally part of a robber gang,
That have absolutely no conscience pang,
As they happily pursue their nefarious actions,
Never doing things by halves or fractions,
Armed robbery is a speciality trait,
The pursuit of which is considered great,
To hold up a post office or bank,
Is like having a signed cheque, blank,
To the brigand, almost anywhere.
Not, to get caught is their only care.
They’d pack their loot into a bag,
And ride out under their brigand flag.
That, of course, was in the days of yore,
Nowadays they are soon away with a roar.
Riding motor cycles, or driving a car,
These escape vehicles take them far,
Away to their brigand hide-away,
To count their loot and each one to pay.
A renowned brigand in old Italy,
Was known only as Guiseppe.
He was both bold and very daring,
Especially if a side-arm he was wearing.
He stocked up a booty of lira untold,
And also a bullion of ingot gold.
He was the most wealthy brigand around,
But it was of limited benefit because it was all underground,
In buried treasure locations, and also caves,
Other brigands would say, “He’s thrifty, he saves!”
The truth of the matter was somewhat sad.
Yes the brigand, Guiseppe, was very bad,
But, despite all the money that he had,
He couldn’t spend it in any shape or fashion,
To enrich his life, or to care for his passion,
Because he was far too well known,
For to be going shopping, as shown,
Without other brigands and weapons to defend,
The carabiniere would soon nab him and that would be the end.
And so although wealthy, he was really poor,
Because he couldn’t spend any, that was for sure.
In pecuniary matters he certainly lacked,
Balance of purpose and, for sure, tact.
Rather than being the wealthiest brigand about,
He should have been just a nondescript lout.
Free to go shopping and otherwise bound,
Using the moderate funds that he found,
Through diligent hard work of the honest type,
And just settle down without any gripe.
Great rhymes with depth as usual. If I didn't know any better I would assume you were talking about my country's politicians. I think I will use this as inspiration to write something along those lines.
Thank you, glad I could inspire.
Grande Richard! Stavolta ti scrivo in italiano in onore del tuo poema. Bravo perchè hai dato alcune informazioni giuste sui briganti che in Italia sono famosi quasi quanto i carabinieri;))).
Ti dico che qui a Terracina, città dove vivo, è stato ucciso nel lontano 1750 il famoso brigante Mastrilli e la sua testa decapitata è stata esposta sopra una porta d'accesso alla città per 6 mesi!
by the way we write Giuseppe ... lol
Having decapitated head on display for 6 months doesn't sound like it would be to good for tourism :)
Firstly, I just learned what a brigand is, I am learning a lot through your poems. Secondly, this is the perfect example of how honesty pays. Great poem.
Honours tea is the best Polly see. 😀 Thanks.