Cedrick Steele was nine years old.
He lived above a shop that sold
books, bookmarks and stationery.
Days were happy and didn’t vary
until one quiet Sunday
when robbers decided to prey
on clever young Cedrick’s home
snatching and snaffling both poem and tome.
Young Cedrick wasn’t having this,
‘No-one’s ruining my reading bliss,’
He might have been only nine,
but Ced knew he’d be just fine
for Ced had read a thing or two
and knew exactly what to do.
Baddies could try for a cash advance
but they simply didn’t stand a chance.
Ced called up his friends, and the cops.
Friends soon came out of their shops
and waited outside for Cedrick’s sign.
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This should do it, Byzantine, fishing line
and just a touch of Frankenstein,’
said Ced as he donned his mask
and began the intricate task
of booby trapping the family shop
‘I’ll strike while they’re on the hop’.
Our young hero wasted no time,
threading books and things on the fishing line,
setting up with pulley and lever.
Yes, Ced could be quite the deceiver.
Who-oop! Who-oop! Who-oop! Went the alarm.
‘Hurry,’ said one. ‘or we’ll come to harm.
Brinngg CRASH went the register drawer
One robber now lay on the floor.
His mate shook him, but had no luck,
He got up to run then had to duck
As chairs and books swung toward him,
He was lucky not to lose a limb.
Then from a box behind a tall bookshelf
Rose the masked head of Cedrick Steele himself.
‘Grr Get out grr!’ growled the monster,
‘Your thieving ways I won’t sponsor!’
‘Let’s go,’ said a robber grabbing his mate by the collar.
‘Ready. Now!’ young Cedrick did holler.
He pressed the button to open the door.
It set off two chalk bombs, maybe more.
Friends rushed in with ropes and a net.
Cornered, the robbers would never forget
how glad they were when the cops fin’ly came
and broke up the children’s raucous game.
Mum and Dad arrived, their faces sank,
but soon they knew who to thank.
Their own dear Ced had saved the day
and he said with delight ‘Book ‘em Serg, take them away!’