Flee, flee but
Will you stay free?
You and your bundles of green
Quickly turned red
As you fled.
Fantasies of glee
In hopes of a shopping spree
Dashed for thee.
And for the rest of your years
You must surely dread
The color red!
About the Poem
When I read the headline, “Bank Robbed In Cambridge; Dye Pack With Money Explodes As Suspect Flees” I tried to imagine this frustrated and shocked robber dashing from the bank with piles of useless money.
About the Author
Wendy Dodek produced arts education programs prior to the pandemic. These days she tries to find humor in daily life.