Nutellan Raid

Upon one dark and stormy night

Or so the legends say

Nutella spread was stolen

In Berlin of Germany



The warehouse had been locked up tight

The doors all secured

When the thieves crept in

An inside job by the security guard



A truck backed in beyond the light

A transport for the stolen goods

Thieves in black scurried around

Their intent misunderstood.



And hour of time was quite all right

To fill up their truck and flee

Nutella was expensive

Why not take it for free?



Off into the storm was their flight

Masked by the clouds and rain

Never to be seen by normal men

At least until they craved again

(Based on a true story)