Plain Mr Robbing-Free T Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Sir Robin banked some bonuses with great big options
As he went among the citizens and bilked them till they bled.
On Wednesday and on Saturday,
Especially on the latter day,
He vaunted o'er the populace - and this is what he said:
'I am Sir Robin! ' (Ring the till!)
'I am Sir Robin! ' (Rubber stamp!)
'I am Sir Robin,
'With my cold-faced lying!
'I'll take that, and that, and that! '

Sir Robin traded inside and practiced tax evasion;
A pair of dodgy doings of which he was particularly fond.
On Tuesday and on Friday,
Just to make the books look tidy,
He would edit the accounts with a fiddle-stick wand.
'I am Sir Robin! ' (That's gone)
'I am Sir Robin! ' (Blank space!)
'I am Sir Robin,
'With my cold-faced lying!
'Is there anything else they can trace? '

Sir Robin woke one morning and his credit took a dive.
His accounts had been sequestered and cleared of all the loot.
He was brought to judge and jury
And tasked to tell his story
While his victims waved a bankrupting salute.
'You are Sir Robin? My, my.
'You are Sir Robin? Dear, dear.
'You are Sir Robin
'With your cold-faced lying?
'Delighted to meet you here! '

Sir Robin went a journey and he found a lot of cell mates.
Who bullied him and shunned him and put porridge in his bed.
Erasing every minus sign
They scored and tweaked his bottom line
As they put him through the wringer - and this is what they said:
'You are Sir Robin - don't laugh!
'You are Sir Robin - don't cry!
'You are Sir Robin
'With your cold-faced lying -
'Sir Brian the Lying, goodbye! '

Sir Robin struggled home again and wound down his entities.
Sir Robin took his dodgy books and threw them on the fire.
He is quite a different person
Now he hasn't got his options on,
And he goes about the city as a dealer who's retired.
'I am Sir Robin? Oh, no!
'I am Sir Robin? Who's he?
'I haven't any title, I'm Treasury;
'Plain Mr. 'Robbing-Free' T.'