The pain was acute,
As he tripped on a boot
Belonging to the other brute,
And fell on his glute.
But his voice was mute
For they were on a loot
To steal a lute;
They were in cahoot.
Then they paused en route
When they saw a brunette cute.
One wanted to leave in her pursuit,
Said the other, "I will not have such snoot."
But away they had to scoot
As they saw a man in suit,
And being extremely astute,
Knew it was them he wanted to shoot.
It was then that one heard the hoot,
But the other swore it was a toot.
And so they had a great dispute;
The point remains still moot.
Finally they had to recruit
For the job they had to execute,
Another to be their substitute
While they had their fruit.
