A word’s gone missing.
It’s nowhere to be found.
Draw a list of suspects up
Put word about the town.

I had words with the consonants
I had words with the vowels
No ones seen the word ‘word’
For several wordless hours.

We’ve sent word to local businesses
To send their CCTV
In case we spot the word thief
Scouting dictionaries.

There’s sombre meetings at the Globe
Shakespeare now a smith.
They’ve ordered in some anvils
And packed away the myths

The situation’s urgent,
But now we’ve got a lead!
Word is the War Museum
Had a dire password leak.

Run the tapes! As bold as brass,
The thief’s all clad in black
Packing up exhibits
Wordlessly in his sack.

But wait, the sound of sirens!
The sack is hoisted high
Swearwords on his lips
And the leather cords untied.

He makes it out the building
But leaves something behind
A trail of esses scattered
On the marble floor design.

He made off with most the rapiers
The claymores and the dirks
He meant to take the broadswords
But he only got the word.