I got a sentence from stealing cookies,
A silly mistake, could be made by rookies.
My hand in the jar, I got caught,
Was too noisy and my fight was fought.
I’m headed for prison, nickname “the couch”.
It’s very strict, can’t spit or slouch.
My warden is a vet, can’t fool her,
Neither can I fight; she’s as big as a fir.
I call her “Mom”, some nickname of old,
Now she has me in a stupefying hold.
She covered us both with a cape of sorts,
Turned on a feed from basketball courts.
Now she’s snoring and I can’t get out,
The laziest prison, I have no doubt.
The show is nice, so might as well give in,
Rested well, she’s an oftener grin.
After serving my time I’ll be a free man,
Climbing and crawling as much as I can.
Next jar-break I’ll be more precise,
Infra-red visors and another spy-device.