Your final three words for this week are:
UNLUCKY
CREEPY
LADDER
The unlucky, creepy crook one night,
Climbed a ladder, hoping for a heist so bright.
But fate had other plans in store,
As he teetered high, he lost his core.
With a stumble and a slip, down he went,
A tumble through air, his balance spent.
Oh, the irony in his sneaky plight,
The ladder crumbled, swallowed by the night.
He landed with a thud, in the shadows’ cloak,
Dreams of riches vanished, like a cruel joke.
So heed this tale of the crook so brash,
Sometimes misfortune gives a wicked crash.
M.A.D. Works 