Box
no locks
have no qualm
at the front door
inviting you more
than working for living
the law is so forgiving
slip up the walk and take it, Tom,
run away lickety-split
pop the lid just a bit
hear that tiny tick
you just saved a vic-
tim from bomb
your tomb
boom
[eight-line rhyming ethree mirrored; lines 3, 8 & 13 make bad rhymes]
