Johnny Exit scarpered

Through the once impregnable door:

Shut now. Well bolted.

Though people still knock.

That was fifty years ago;

He drove a Vauxhall in his vest

On days of melting tarmac,

When sizzled cash was king.

The sightings continue:

In supermarkets, like Elvis,

Or just last week, in town,

Knocked down by a motorbike.

The file festers, w...

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