Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Going for the Green

I decided to rob a bank.
I wasn't into strong armed threat;
And if I may be somewhat frank,
My weird disguise would hit the Net.
I cut a branch off of a tree,
That had a bunch of leaves on it;
Then attached the limb onto me,
In front so that it snuggly fit,
And leafly camoflauged my face.
As the bank opened, I went in.
While I was holding up the place,
Leaves covered up my impish grin.

Man oh man, that teller did blanch
When she saw this branch rob that branch.