File and Grape

File and Grape

Planned a robbery

Grape was the mind

While File was the grind

The decided a bank

With a getaway tank

To smash through a wall

That was ever so tall

File with a rasp

Let out a gasp

When the whole bank collapsed

And Grape was squashed flat

Under his hat

While onto the floor

His juice did pour

With a pip in his eye

The bank clerk did cry,

‘I’ve been shot’

So File on the run

Hid with his mum

As he rusted and frayed

He looked to the day

When he would be free

And wouldn’t be filed away