Chief Struck Wall

Chief Struck Wall

A family of a thief

With a proudly chief

Looted people's money

In night and in sunny

Their minds were tricky

Pulled money 

With something sticky

Without using a knife

Created only strife

Thieves were bold

Stole cash and gold

Efforts were fail

To send them jail

Easily they broke

Any almirah or the lock

It was their daily task

With or without a mask

Foundation was laid

A plan was made

Businessmen gave fund

For the exhibition of diamond

Date was announced

Thieves happily bounced

One night before

Thieves went to explore

Chief was tall

Entered in the hall

As entrance was wide

Called all thieves inside

To fail thieves' toil

Was a layer of oil

Thieves slipped on the ground

Police were all around

When Siren rang

The chief of the gang

Shouted 'Run'

Police fired with the gun

When lights were 'On'

All thieves had gone

Rolling like a ball

Chief struck with the wall

To the police he said

I am chief

Not a thief

I am your guest

Do not protest

Leave me kindly

Can believe me blindly

Policemen laughed 

And said

Not only bad

You are a mad

Listen, Mr. Chief,

Be ready for grief

It's our belief

Now people will get relief

With full intention

For your tension

We want to mention

That 

Have a rest

In our mansion

Till your detention