The Tale of the Four Thieves
Four clever thieves, living close and thick,
Robbed from the homes of the dying and sick.
Despite the plague they stayed in good health
and amassed a fortune of ill-gained wealth.
The sheriff searched long for the thieves he sought
Until Luck turned her eye and they were caught.
But the judge declared they would not die
If to his request they would simply comply.
“Tell me, I pray, of your profound good luck
And how this sickness you managed to duck.”
The ring leader stood and commenced to say:
“It’s a magical potion applied once a day.
Distill fine oils into a flask–
Excuse me, sir, which ones, you ask?
Lemon, Rosemary, cloves strong and dark,
Leaves of Oz and cinnamon bark.
Blend them together with sweet almond oil.
Inhale it deeply the sickness to foil.”
The judge was astonished and stood from his seat.
He eyed them coolly and said, “Rise to your feet.
We shall make this elixir you so freely give
and if it’s successful you will continue to live.
But even so if it does not fail,
The four of you must stay in jail.”
And so thus ends the four thieves’ tale.
Lgloyd (c) 2016