His plan will pay off today
If every step has been obeyed
He makes his way to the bank
Where his welcome will be overstayed

He finds his mark and draws him out
A guard in the darkest corridor
To take his clothes, club, and gun
And leave him dying on the floor

The freezing fraud then goes to work
Starting at the center of the room
And puts the area at a pause
Encased in ice and doom

But then a most unwelcomed sight
A do-gooder named Heatwave
Comes to stop him in his tracks
And all these people save

His plans hold true as he steps out
Freezing air so fast
He has a razor of frosty wind
That will aid him in his task

He throws the spike and takes his leave
As the hero is dismayed
Now he must choose to stop the thief
Or lose people in an icy shade

Three blocks away, no sign of good
He knows he has goten away
Then he hears a gentle voice
"Oh my little mouse, today is not your day."
© Geoffrey Shelton