Dan Khalife the Secrets Thief


‘Where’s my bloody breakfast,’

Said light-fingered Moran

‘This ruddy Wandsworth Prison

Is going down the pan.’


‘Sorry mate,’ the warden chimed

‘The chef has disappeared

Your Coco Pops have had the chop.

We’ve got a mutineer.’


‘I didn’t see him do a runner

He’s made me look a jub

He’s strapped himself to the lower shelf

Of the truck that brings the grub.’


They stopped the truck at Putney

The coppers searched with care

But the spy for Iran, who clung to the van

Had vanished in thin air


The detective said ‘search Richmond Park’

But why would he be here?

I’ll be surprised if he’s disguised

As one of the fallow deer


So, what have we all learned from this

Incredible display

Bidfood will deliver

And, yes, they’ll takeaway!


C T Sullivan